It tickles

Her hands rip at my feet

And it tickles, when you can’t run anymore

How hard you pull!

What incense aired spins?

While I blindly turn-

Do you want me to sink?

Or is it the air you want to climb?

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Ink finger

The ink on my fingers,

Sent to me a memory-

We sat by failing cinders

With a sky full of wonder.

We told stories, made cleverly

About what you never see

It felt heavenly;

Maybe it’s just memory

But it’ll always be

Like the ink that lingers,

On my fingers

That I warmed by dying cinder-

Voluntary,

Like a glass of tea.

Hold on, Goodbye

Hold on, you said.

If I knew where we were going

I’d lose my way.

Are we just the weight of memories?

I know what you’re trying to say,

The lost possibilities you still see.

And I’ll catch a cold, away

From your jar of hearts

But you already know,

So hold on, hold on,

The weight of fallen memories

Will keep us afloat

Away from Goodbye.