I am ready for spring acoustics

Though winter has already seeped in-

I run from you-

But nevertheless

              You found me:

                                  semi whole

                                  semi ready

                                   semi sweet

Too much for 1 mouth

1 hand-hold

Decisive-

              You will take it all

This tumbling mountain

               Of me In You.

 PART 2

We are temporary tattoos

Lingering for a moment-

In malachite blue

Cinnabar RED

washed off in a downpour-

Of

Spontaneous combustion

Maybe now sublime,

Hennaed delicate traces

Of a marriage,

A life

A commitment of TWO-

Until I show you my sleeve of tattoos

Running up my neck

A narrative 

Of pain

And neglect-

You laugh 

And show me 

Your own ‘prison’ tat 

Carved and inked 

By someone else.

We are the same 

But different-

But  breaking out-

and running together

Like temporary tattoos

Washed off 

In the rain.

In the high desert of us

Filled with heat & possibility.