nicer van trumpets

one quickly gained smile inside and the laugh that escapes, staggers, one meteor turned comet, and I sure did grab that thought. blushing almost skinned now that the sleep leaves and the slate is blank and slate-like in its flat blank slate state. you know I would have said hello to you.. yeah I would have mentioned that one thing left wrapped and unopened between us, the beautiful and powerful dawn is holding itself, unopened, waiting, then opening..

hey, I don’t want to speak on your truths as if they are fiction, creating a bearded lady and a wolfhound to describe you and them, and the lock, and caged realities of your traumas. I don’t want to push you anywhere, but you could volunteer down into an embrace, maybe, lift you up into my grasp, cause it’s not like the night to let us down, here, all the way here before that formal hello, it’s not like the river to swallow us whole, right before our fingers entwine. no we cannot say it because

we are not behaviorists.. I know this because you want that safety, and it has made you into an elegant word matched to your walking thoughts. you the human, the spirit, the music and the smoke. strange to have to begin again defining behavior in contrast to being. I feel you know this, and I want to know it in you.

the thing is coming, and it is full of showers and vine fruits.. the thing is coming

art credit: And We Begin to Let Go (2013). Njideka Akunyili Crosby Nigeria