i paint these ways in the fire
to walk the pace or to fade
i choose to find this
where we live in the cracks of the sidewalk
and i race between thoughts of desire
to be there or to be between
and i chase to think
to understand, to break
my fingers through thoughts in the night
and these shadows find
the ideas i used to hide
we thrive in the chaos
that lives between fingers
i trace the thought
of what you call this
the mind of how you race
your thoughts divided
by edges of frustration
and i can’t quite keep up
but we find ways
between the embers
they smoke and i speak
to whisper in your ear
i told you i’d be here
by the wake of the river
the tide of the ocean
and how it pulls
currents shaped like you
understanding your nights
these ideas you build
the rules of your ways
i ask you to stay
to understand without hesitation
let me show forward
instead of the repetition
of your broken thoughts
i touch your ear
can you feel it
the softness
the follicles of your hair
how they rest, then fall back
the details of moments
touch and question
the comfort in silence
i use these words to understand
to question my own desires
this feels like the softer side
of the pillow
a comfortable coldness
met with the warmth of sheets
to feel protected
by something unnamed
and we feel in thought
a ringing bell
a knock at the door
life becomes simple here
where things appear in nature
and you do not question
once you question
it can ruin it
let it ride into what you find
the oceans, they pull
but some bodies of water
stay still
and let the reflections
decide what is right