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On a sunny holiday

I oozed across the sidewalk

Quiet and content

But not.

I whispered words into the air

As the clouds choked on

My innocence, my arrogance,

My quiet emotion.

Without the pain of leaving

I find comfort in solace

I know one day I’ll be back; And



On a blue Sunday

Rain falls and she remembers me

My body moves her mind

And she slips into unknown

Saturation of being and marinates; And



On a cloudy Monday

The mind jerks.

I don’t know if I’m ready yet

And I imagine the introduction

To lonely blue.

I can’t be held responsible; Then



On a blurry Tuesday

You, me, and I are nothing

In a world of watery bliss

But we, are everything

And bleed

While wandering on a tainted noodle

Of loneliness; And



On a misty Thursday

The earth sighed,

Guilt stricken – it’s not my fault

Kissing you on the forehead above

Your right brow

As I run my hands through your hair; And



On a rusty Friday

We hold blood blue love

Between our bodies as we embrace

For the first time in three weeks,

And I cannot explain for the life of me

How good it feels; Then



On a staticy Saturday

Over-whelmed with tired emotion

I radiate a lack of need for understanding

And I am parallel to the ground

In rotating, perpetual motion,

Tossing and turning—



This is as good as it gets.