have you ever felt a moment for more than it was
dangling in truth before it’s gone
wading in a rapid before it pulls too hard
i used to touch lips to feel the depth of others
to taste the skin of the sweat which lead to others
i dangle in thought from a rope i hold
with legs crossed and a neck far too long
the ground pulses from barren tips
somewhat like the feeling of this
temptation builds to bring forth sin
the taste of more
a taste of you
and the navy blue hue of the
mountains in the distance
which remind me of songs in motions
moments in rotation
in the back of my mind
like spinning wheels
previews of memories which burn
like slow moving moments
twined in the back of–
some things are better left unfinished