Dissent /Descent
I have always loved you.
Every kiss is an echo of years.
There is a point
in a man’s life
where he understands
more than he knows.
You occupy the space beyond
and call to me, laughing, arms
open wide and welcoming
while I wander and continue
to ponder the nicities of love.
Though it is not something
we fall into willy-nilly
(mostly it finds us whether
we want it to or not) still
I live for those moments
when I can return to you again.
Assent /Ascent
Every kiss is an echo of years.
Lips touch
and in those quiet seconds
we return to the place
we were born.
The days begin with discontent;
rumblings and rememberance of dreams
imprinted on our irises
and reverbing in our ear canals
like bad show tunes
or a hangover. In these moments
we are our purests selves – animals
awake under one more apatheic sun
one more eye
of one more decayed god
we conjured to explain
away our primordial fears
from the night before. Falling
out of bed and down the
narrow stairs, into the daylight
where all our inequties show
and are burned away in the struggle.
What we’re left with
is pure and real and awakened—
but only in that single moment.
