Like an iron rod which has planted itself so firmly into the ground of my life,
you’re a reminder of the power of attraction,
awaiting a storm to pull out the electricity from my quiet rumblings, the fits of fury stowed away in the corners of my mind and heart,
those same corners I dug out for you,
because of you;
the same corners that disappeared and left me with nowhere to hide,
to finally be seen.
Though all the while I thought it was about you,
that intense longing you knew how to quench just long enough before going out west again,
chasing another sunset,
another restless tug at your chest.
You could be gone forever, blocked to my waking mind.
And so it was in those times when I’d decide —
forgetting the rapture of walking the line,
the joy of setting it all free,
of knowing souls like ours could never be less than unconventional.
And so I’d decide, cage my heart inside a dissatisfied mind, turn off the light and surrender to the night.
And I’d walk with some sort of false power.
Distraction and strategy its heavy shadows,
awaiting a crack in the code of that safe I’d put you in.
And I’d dream,
and you’d be there,
drawing out laughter,
drawing out the words I never dared to say.
And just like that, I’d remember.
I’d remember the soaring,
the delicate exchange floating in an ocean of boundlessness,
each here and now stretching on,
not tied by expectation
but fed by gentle nudges, supportive winks in colors, signs, and numbers.
Formless voices and embodied choices, time revealing our things,
time giving us wings.
you’re a reminder of the power of attraction,
awaiting a storm to pull out the electricity from my quiet rumblings, the fits of fury stowed away in the corners of my mind and heart,
those same corners I dug out for you,
because of you;
the same corners that disappeared and left me with nowhere to hide,
to finally be seen.
Though all the while I thought it was about you,
that intense longing you knew how to quench just long enough before going out west again,
chasing another sunset,
another restless tug at your chest.
You could be gone forever, blocked to my waking mind.
And so it was in those times when I’d decide —
forgetting the rapture of walking the line,
the joy of setting it all free,
of knowing souls like ours could never be less than unconventional.
And so I’d decide, cage my heart inside a dissatisfied mind, turn off the light and surrender to the night.
And I’d walk with some sort of false power.
Distraction and strategy its heavy shadows,
awaiting a crack in the code of that safe I’d put you in.
And I’d dream,
and you’d be there,
drawing out laughter,
drawing out the words I never dared to say.
And just like that, I’d remember.
I’d remember the soaring,
the delicate exchange floating in an ocean of boundlessness,
each here and now stretching on,
not tied by expectation
but fed by gentle nudges, supportive winks in colors, signs, and numbers.
Formless voices and embodied choices, time revealing our things,
time giving us wings.
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