when we met
I imagined you soaking wet.
pale skin, unbleached
hair. breasts and the perfect shape
for an imagination.
red tangles,
and yerba matte tea.
steam.
coffee house sex.ual
thoughts. like civil wars
you have caused inner conflict.
in me.
here I am, the dissolved
fierce, quiet, and sleepless,
choked on the lessons
of hope and losing to vast open spaces.
I want to disappear into the mists
and yet you bring me back
for a second cup.
I see through your eyes, these
eyes hide your truth. that you
were born like me, to rule
and not be infinitely dormant.
you know this, and you wear it like a scar on your inner wrist.
unsharpened. yearning for an edge. a cut.
I want to puncture you.
spirit animal. asleep. dreaming
of itself. the day, it wakens to belief:
stretches her wings.
spreads her legs,
licks her mouth
in front of me. for me. toward me.
I called you
out.
to the sea. see me.
in my state of obstinate happiness.
we're both going to play
like lions.
Aries surfer fire starters.
the ocean is a blaze.
your violence is inevitable.
these waves are frightened
because of us.
and it pulls
the gravity out of my shoulders.
back into my soul.
I am falling.
again. in my love affair
with the universe.
Andrew Tipton
