direction (of diving)

patterns of vision. luster combustion.
this light. off of him. onto him. this
pace slowing head turning stop
where you realize that the two of you
did not cease. running. i escaped
and he turned. i stopped. and i never
pause to stand in one place. i keep
the pull of the moon and sun’s heat
in the palms of my hands. he felt hot
to me. like something individual to fit
a space unknown as vacant. heart
swell casting.
thrown
into jump.

breakfast

he tastes like vodka and cigarettes and
morning. with the softest secrets between
our balanced exchange of ask and command,
today begins – setting another scene.
i watched him sleep and listened to him breathe,
flickering eyes, speaking whispers in dreams.
the moment you find your way to believe.
hold faith in your heart and know what it means.
there were rain clouds where the sun should have been,
a cobalt grey sky and cool autumn wind.
answers appear in shape and style of him.
resetting history. spin and rescind.
he turned. i rose. exhale each other. hush…
when feeling consumes. beyond realms of much.