The candlelit boys.

while you were running around, the day was running late.

It's free. I'll get taken away, carried into a different space.

 A TIME FOR PLAY.

           A deer with wings. A bird with hooves. A change of song. Let's sit alone in the woods.
                                         A girl like you has been lacing those boots since 1882. 
First thoughts spread out on the floor by your towering bed.  An eyesore, the room knows how you look. The wooden door separates you from the many floors of people you'd never know, from basement hatred, of the self. The parts you left, scratching at the paint to get some of your breath back..and laugh.
 He's a friend, dearest as the other half of the apple, the asymetrical star it makes in the core. Tossed out of a trucks window, like love made ashore, before the tide came in.
                                He's not quite mine, well, because he's his. And that's what I like.

Took myself out on a date. 

Doilies on my ankles.

Nitrous in my knees. Up, cant look down.

Not afraid to listen differently.

"Stop looking over your shoulder no one's there."Guda, the cat, feels and hears.
Cant see the pictures of himself nor a reflection invading his sensory ways in and out of kitty consciousness.

The sleeping imprint that I will make is a girl climbing out

Running in the sun
hoping it will grant me more strength than the warmth on Grant St.
Some sleep like a warm mantle brick, some on the broken bricks. Downtown. I wouldn't dare sit.
 It's frozen us all into our thinnest skin.

the music of today.
Redorangegreenyellowpurpleblue.  play to the way your vision sways. the beat ill make in summer heels walking down memory stairs, trying to get out his stains.
the band. dying to live in change.
the 
   burdens of
                  belligerents..
Libra is the one inanimate object used in astrological symbols, bringing an unreal or metaphysical stance to experience and mind quieting perspective.
The universe doesn't have to use catastrophe to wake you up.
Time flies above me, I see her wings slowing, a developing intricacy.
Stay oh so strong, You are sturdy. A house, girl.I know I want to be young for longer than even tonight will allow, running through backyards to get to yours. Hopping fences and breaking them with innocence, light enough to hang from twigs of dead trees.
I saw your essence in a place I hope I'm blessed to be. A standing still I'm only patient when I feel passion.Serving others is something I have to balance more than a relationship. I will practice intention and carrying three plates.
The aches of a slow motion stomach. A stare, bus window glare. She paints her eyes on under pressure like they were made to tear boys apart. Mechanics of attraction.
 Take your little sisters advice,tattooed ankles, a shaved head doesn't always mean head lice.
Stress prone and so weak in the bones these days. I seem to be healthier when I can feel the love I'm giving. Usually in the summer; less deficient, more interested in, proud to bang my shins.

Make sure in the morning your mouth is the last to stretch.

Electric blue

carrying me through. I'm not living delicately and not a thing is true.

I will erupt into a surviving house inside myself.The city burns and suffocates, heads under their own scramble of heavy pretentious tar. Windows of curiosity on both sides.

Clarity will be found when our thundering voices vibrate off of the clouds we've made with self doubt. Tough toast is all he eats, shrinking and shedding till hes spent his veins in need,like flushing your troubles down overexerts the drains..

 Hesitation keeps me safe from what I want and who wants me. Happen. Please; All the ironed on angst. a ripping jacket that always speaks for you on your perspective changing days. A matter of hours, a month, till you taste it in your elaborate dinner, that I'm done.

Eyes too loud when i glance at you, i want to write you a note in the strange shape of an impulse rip.Letters as full of ink as i am with facetious wine and the urgency of a woman afraid of time. " Ill remember your  high dresses and piano finger class, We'll never speak but I admire you, your dark expressions, a stubborn reflection of us being one in heaven, listening to soul secrets and speaking a language with the color of our eyes; ill dip my brush in and paint you like the sun does the sky. 

Boxes empty with words full on the front, like you your ego is fearful of not being filled, ill confront. 

Impulse control issues, Flux is from the inside. Flex is to bend as a whole. Red black ink,cat on your pillow, stringing the laundry out before its clean. threading a needle with fibers that wont match but will stay longer than you have the free purse, each persistent rain drop, one more reason to open wide and take in more than you did the day before.

dirty ol' page. a brown as burnt Sage.

 she keeps her space clear, giving you her only seat, keeps your head sane when she stands near.. the music you play when the worlds at work. The same songs he played to make your heart sore. Ears are poor, eyes afloat and the rich white envelopes, you send yourself to a burning shore. Mild caffeine, the cooks shouldn't have to clean. Some women eat only what they need, a buffet of moods, skip over the one's that fill you completely; keep it light and billowing as this snow, you kick with heavy feet.

"And all the girl's scream violence! Violence!" Just as long as sex came before.

 I've synchronized a sloo of decadent ladies to make a song of laughter, a brand new way of doing what we all dive in to do. swim next to you. To and fro with intention.

do. dont say. the inevitable is on its way