I’m standing in tree pose and I just kind a wish I could find you and make you my nymph…
omg I miss you and I hate you and if you could breathe me in rn….. you would totes be the trunk I need
so i pack up the tent in the morning,
kinda of grudgingly cause i’m depressed as hell,
and i head back to the house.
i have a bottle of malbec and decide to have a glass with lunch.
then i pass out.
in my dream, you return.
we talk on the phone about sleeping bags
and i dare to tell you that i missed you.
you say, “yea, i get it.”
and i tell you that i think i still have your flashlight.
you agree that you will come by to get it.
i insist you should just stay the night since it’s a few hours drive.
you hesitate, but then agree once I tell you that I’ll make breakfast sausage with coffee cakes in the morning.
i get so ecstatic and hang up the phone.
i should realize it’s a dream at this point because it’s an old fashioned landline phone.
but instead, i start readying my house.
and as i’m looking in the mirror,
i wake up and realize that it was just another dream.
i saw some bluebirds at the lake while i was hiking in the mud.
i was incessant on getting my 40 minutes of cardio in, despite the slip n slide dangers.
and then, that sign of spring, that sign of you, made me want to rip my heavy boots off.
and remove the layers.
get down to the core.
dance in the mud.
it’s like eating dark chocolate for breakfast.
i love the way you spin me
and my hair’s flying like a whispy wildflower.
you free me to fly but catch me like i’m your very own kite
a kaleidoscopic kite
you pull me down on you,
but just for a quick taste,
and then i’m whirling in the wind again
the breeze tickling where you licked me
but there’s a canopy overhead
keeping me from flying away from you
and there’s a trampoline below
so that we are constantly colliding into one another
just the way it should be
i feel like a pixie doll, filled with ecstasy,
hanging from your arms
you must know all the tricks of the trapeze artist
the way that you keep catching me after i fall.
i grab onto your flexed trapezoids and
don’t want this circus to end,
unless we are both shot out of the cannon together
all the way back to the star we came from