Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet.

Are you acting the cruelty?

Do you enjoy the foolery of looking in thine eyes and feeling that breath; that sting; that mist.

You ain't seen the word. AIN'T seen it.

So. How could you understand it? Feel it? Fuck it?

BREAK that window, get the fresh air in. You need to breathe and see the shining stars of the afternoon. They're bleak and thin, but they're still there. Breathing for you.

I ain't here. I ain't with you in the darkest depths. HEARTBEATS. BUM boom BUM boom. The resounding sound breaks the back of our destitude and describes my love. For I do love you, but only in the way the sun loves the earth. I give you warmth, but I can't hold you. I can't feel you.

See this. See me. I fade. You glow. Siphon and lock. keep it all in and hold your breath.

I'm going to come back, and release the shadow of thine eye with mine own. And then you'll see it all won't you. Watch it all. But not feel it.

You are a windowless door, surrounded by concrete beneath the mountain. The mountain in the sky's river.


- Found. It's mine. From troves. It's from May 2010. I haven't edited, because I usually don't. But I, also, do not claim to be a poet.