Saturday, June 28, 2008

what is, was, and can never be.


you're dirty.

fingers caked with
fish and worm guts
pizza flour
honeysuckle
pot and tobacco
dust from
the dozens of rocks
we crushed

designs
etched out
with fingertips

charcoal
smeared across
my legs
arms
breast

handprint
around your throat
while your eyes
burn green
or are they blue?

treehugger.
wrapped around the fallen trunk
while I run my fingers
through the impossible
softness
of your mohawk.

2 years later and I still can't resist
the memories
my fingertips ache to make

we negotiate and dance
around what was
what is
what isn't
and it's all
okay.

you do splits in my kitchen
you put ink under the top layer of my skin
[to replace yourself]
we watch diving birds
you know that even if there isn't
a hair
or bug
on my back,
to rub my skin anyway
because sometimes it can't be seen.

we flow like the river
we rise like the tide
you promise to take the doors
off the jeep
because you know I like to ride
with my feet outside
air the only thing I don't mind
touching my feet.

the faerytale, ended.
the revolution begun
I can still taste
the smell of you
on my
tongue

I'm not on fire
but the ashes come anyway
and I'm reborn
as the river washes them away
along with the rock dust we
left behind

5 comments:

Annalea_sea said...

i just stumbled on your blog, and wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading your poetry. Thanks for posting it. It's lovely, and inspiring, and wonderful.

aisforalisha said...

thank you so much.. i hope you continue to read.. i'm attempting to do SOMETHING with this blog. haha.

desirae! said...

hi. i'm a stranger.
and i think this is fantastic.

[you know i sound a lot more creepy in writing then i thought]

anyway, it's brilliant!

aisforalisha said...

no, not creepy at all!

thank you! :)

MOL said...

simply beautiful hun x