Coastal vines

All of a sudden, that’s the new thing. I say it to slight my concerns. I say it cause I tell the truth.. all of a sudden. I want to claim the time as my time. I want to say this time is the time. If not now if not me.. I’m still trusting the tide. It is timely.

I know she will appreciate, deepen grow broader, like a coastal wine on the deck of a coastal house.. better and better and she says she will and I know she will.. but love is best saved for the annals and the archives .. I wanna be about it already.. she stirs me from the bottom.. I am more than just a few pebbles… with age now bulkier.. I’m not sure I can stay away.

The thing they don’t say when they tell you about coping skills is that the hormones bring about screams and beggars language for dopamine. The vulnerability you’re left with turns you out like that first orgasm or that first swiftness when you stood regal and tall invincible and open. It is the rush of a death tying you down against your need …we won’t speak of it. How can we sit together inside the 6 ft they demand and talk of life and drawing blood from that skin you described .. the skin I’ve seen, your descriptions outpacing my fingers.. I miss physical connection. I miss ownership.. and my mind is unlearning and rejecting that waltz. What you sound like to me when I read it….. and what I think you are, cause words have sound .. I should tell you… I am blind.. and I am blinding. Who can see me when I am not seeing.. myself. . but without seeing anything but the words you drip without strings without feathers from your wrists.. this ember left.. one coastal bridge to our coastal town. One ember to engulf that bridge.

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