conscious choices

we hold lives in our hands sometimes;
yours stiff and unyielding
as the others wilted away slowly

playground

violently,
the swing rocks back and forth
(in the storm)
while the rain's pouring down
on polyurethane seats and
rusted iron chains

(&childhood's over)

like masturbation

grasping simulations of you
in my hands, running past like quicksand
kissing my fingertips
as they coyly slip away

embrace

you
were the only one
that didn't hold me
like I was about
to break
in your hands

---

prowl so quietly,
but walk so surely;
footsteps resounding.

you terrify me.

---

knees bang together
in anticipation

---

rumbling in the distance;
maelstrom reaches its crescendo,
and it's over (so quickly).

you are gone

missing beats,
off key -
strokes sitting by the radio;

computer's buzzing insistently,
and the phone's ringing for you

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kitten silently tiptoes across
flowers blossoming in your abdomen;
a new beginning

wintertime

flurries descend,
lightly dancing on your eyelashes
summertime ended too soon