Got My Hooks In Your Past With Your Teeth In My Now

my pull
with your tug
makes our push
into more
than this crinkled heart
thought likely.

i’ve got my hooks
in your past
with your teeth
in my now
i take samples
from your then
and make projections
on tomorrow.

I recoil and summate
giving a push
until it pulls
then you tug
and I’m back
to the heat
it all started in
like oil
acquainting itself
with a hot pan
I melt and simmer
with nothing but now
right back into your blue.

sick of caring
about the fossils
their significance weighs in;
I dream
I fear
and I hold firm
but it’s your love that I want
and the language that it lends
not my doubts cast by thoughts
dividing my now
with your then
hiding you in the shadows
of what I know I know
what I’ve felt from the moment
you leaned in close –
I just want you, infinite
unending, no past
just here, our now
all you.

How Tomorrow Brought My Heart Back

a moment to exhale hope, again
with the same light
that shone through
the fractures
one year ago
warming me
keeping me.

except this time
the unseen side
is seen
and (most) unidentified elements
have revealed themselves.

there is no icy wind
rattling my lonliness
and my heart is far from flat.

and this time,
the twinkle on the christmas tree winks
as i smirk once again
and tell her she was right,
tomorrow did indeed bring my heart back.

~ in response to this moment’s post last year ~