rain baby, teething

rain showed me a
wet, hungry face
he chewed at the
edges of my jeans
and umbrella, drooling
all over the place,
angry, he stuck out
his fists, shouting –
rattling thunder – and
then quietly settled
into a tiny slumber

disconnected

telephones probably hate hearing
us drone on and on, filling
their heads with drama and
trivialities – which is why we
are sometimes greeted with
unfriendly dial tones, phones too busy,
lacking desire to hear about
our realities

a sad word

treat us gently, the words said
we sometimes treat them unkindly in our heads
slap them around in our mouths,
rolling out, falling down all wrong,
instead, tread lightly – the words said
so their significance won’t wane
or be misread, or left in the cold
unheard and dead, and they won’t be
the ones left to blame

pink eyelids

to press my face into the sky
wind wrapping warm arms around
my waist, the sun turning my
vision pink when i close my eyelids
to let my daydreams arise
reality softly sinks into the riverside

head, heart abyss

write with lips what
can’t be said with
fingertips. the heart
grows dead if you
throw her hopes too
far into your head

dialogue with red

you make my heart
sound louder than ever before,
all the beats crowding at the
door, wanting to climb out
the pressure rises, painting
my face red, my limbs numb
time and time again,
i forget half the words i speak
how can this strength bleed
out so weakly – i struggle to
understand the way love speaks

the kiss

night wears mist like
stockings, she kissed the
moon, sending him
blushing, running after
the sun

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backdated Post A Day poem for September 6th, 2017

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