Story of Begging Forgiveness

Raindrops correcting my face,
Tapping at my eyes, patient,
Unconcerned with waste,
Stroking my neck from chin
To breastbone when I raise my head.

Sun rays breaking apart clouds,
Radiantly breathtaking,
Burning away sounds
That had formed my bass line,
Stepping with my stumbling steps.

Released from reality,
I wove together threads of
A new piety
Combining naturally
Snake and tightrope walker
With leaves I collected roving.

Seldom did I need to turn
And reflect on what I left;
The rain had taught me
This new way to stand still
And cleanly in the river's run.

Rampantly reading between
All the lines I drew for
Your supposed pleasure,
Those days I trampled you,
Those days I walked oblivious.

Teardrops standing before me
On your eyelashes and cheeks,
Burn away my dreams,
Slap me awake brutally.
Radiantly suffocating,

Raining on me with cold truth,
Realization shivers my
Body to its soul.
I was indifferent
Until now, and I finally

Beg
For
Your
Forgiveness

Tastes Like Color

Sailing down the avenue

With boats strapped to our feet

Skate around the bend

Where the road doesn't end,

Where two other crosspaths meet.

When I kiss your eyelids

They taste like the brown they hide

And when I kiss your cheeks they taste

Of all the clumsy and thoughtless haste

Of the words that you let slide.

It doesn't bother me much

That you might have lost your touch

And lost your mind as well.

It's because I'm under your spell.

But I'm also in your clutch.

I licked blue raspberry Popsicle

Until it wasn't cold.

Red-like-tomatoes lipstick

Made you look like an idiot.

Made retro not look old.

The broken things we call our past

They're just calendars on the floor.

The new one's on the door.

And if we mess up that one too,

We can always reach for more.