I immerse myself in the sun

swallowing gold

within tattered lungs

gravity no more than a delicate red string

in a child's

soft chubby hands ,

my body lifts and pivots in a boundless spell

swirling somersaults

on the edge of the light

cutting air between oxygen and lost time .

I am something yet unsaid

lifetimes

of dying stars

fireworks waiting to be lit

I immerse myself in the sun

I swallow myself up

starting creation at day one .

reinventing structural walls

the blueprints

to my soul

Four seasons have gone by

since we spoke last.

You left without "Goodbye."

As the time passed,

I have grown to know me,

my wants, my needs.

I cherish inner peace

and to be free.

the day after tomorrow

this heart felt raw

no, it was raw

bones like copper metal

re-vibrating the frequency of our love

pained notions

harsh commotions

bloody tissue exploding inside ones shattering core,

raging things

drowning things

a flood covering the earth made out of my ash,

quantum mechanics turning atoms and particles into distance,

what was always meant to be,

now counted in miles

If I cross a million feet, can I touch your atoms through clouds filling both of our skies?

this heart was breaking like glass on the day of creation's rest

colored structured molding,

then dripping down to the floor

sinking into carpet

the floor, the basement of my love,

bruised tissue

swollen tissue

don't scrape against the raw flesh

please don't play with bleeding wounds

and yet, and yet

the things that bruise up become stronger

through pain comes clarity,

and even if I have to rip my heart

to simply breathe on days after tomorrow

and each that comes before and after

I will find my way to you,

because these copper bones,

and rusted scars were always meant for you

I have missed you for lifetimes without knowing your name,

but the absence of you was always trickling through my muscles

continual dropping wears away a stone

and now I am carved with linings of your name permanently written

into my tissue,

that goes far beyond this body, this skin, these beaten-up lungs,

time is simply an illusion that moves relative to an observer

the distance from the sun to the moon a minuscule

when it comes to the ten billion galaxies

sewn into these two beings,

how do I explain to you?

that hurricanes like these tear me apart until all I am, is soul

until all I breathe is heart,

and all I am is a burned-out hole, of a human form

and yet

something roars in me, something claws in me

a beast resting at the feet of my soul,

I pet it gently and nod,

yes, I hear her name as well, little one

it's calling us, isn't it?

yes, let's turn miles into atoms once again

.

I had to tear my heart from my chest just to exhale for a moment without pain.

I needed a moment not to feel so much.

you took my hand and showed me how the sun’s light can warm instead of burn,

and just for a while, i felt what it is like to be sheltered unconditionally.

i looked at you in awe, with all these untamed feelings coming over me like a rush of the ocean’s waves sweeping me under for just a moment.

just a moment.

for once, being under the current of someone’s love didn’t feel suffocating and heavy. as I came up not for air but to see your eyes gazing back at me, i knew it would be foolish of me to turn and walk away from this cosmic dance between us.

so, I continued to dance with you on the rings of Saturn, allowing my heart to be set free.

There are times,

like just now when

I wish I could take

your picture to look

back on

Because we are

human and mask

these moments

with every imaginable

flattery

But a picture

of just how you

turned to face me

with that smile

was devastating

And I wonder

if you heard me

gasp as the

lightening struck

halting me

I wish I could

have a picture

of that moment

of your face

of your smile

that moment of you…

You found the secret chord to my heart.

How can I ever repay you?

#love #mircopoem #romance

don't judge the way I breath in my . l o u d

you have no idea

how it is to have

worlds

and universes

exploding inside your head,

set into life by the smallest tremors of the heart,

I am an earthquake in a grain of sand

feeling all on one

day,

moment,

f r a c t i o n . of a second,

and _ n o t h i n g _ on the ones

speaking only of hollow thoughts

and empty spaces between the ribs,

you must know

that the wind blows harder

on those with bruised structures

but hell,

how beautiful the sun _ s h i n e s _ through those cracks,

be mindful, caring

( tender )

when touching wings that still struggle

with the concept of flying,

there is a whole map painted on my spine

colored with scars,

the scars that I teach myself to . s o o t h e

and not _ j u s t _ hide

.

Sometimes my words roll out in waves

like grass that's kissed by wind from cranes

who rise up on a sheet of wind...

Rhymes come to bless me on a whim...

On other days I must go out

into the ravenous array,

and hunt my dinner down with tools,

and weapons of personal choosing...

You feel it on the air sometimes

just how the world gets with it's hoarding...

Will we approach this march of dimes,

or die beneath boarded up planks?...

I'm not sure which will be our fate,

I just know that I feel a pulse,

and there is something new and sure

emerging from the dewy blades...

Sometimes my words roll out in waves

like grass that's kissed by wind from cranes

who rise up on a sheet of wind...

Rhymes come to bless me on a whim...

I feel the sickly sweet descent

of falling leaves where blow-hards puff

themselves into a royal knot...

Their eyes bulge wide where horses trot,

and bandits of the world press on,

while those in blind-folds pay the price...

I know that life continues off

the map that some deluded prince

dreamed up to keep a good man down...

Gets hard to flail or move around...

...But maybe in this time of trials

where famine reigns, and truth gets filed

under the guise of worn out shoes

we'll find lost life midst shades of blue.

©

9/4/21

Bunny Villaire