Tonight

a joint piece between prosaic space cowboy and myself

 

 

Puppy:

Tonight – tonight – my fingers roam and faces loan me memories that stay in place for unforgettable taste – no dining tools for our hands to reach – just the mumbled words of lessons to reach – eating away –just another day- another word for sentences- another sentence for paragraphed sight – to enlighten with all its might

 

Tenten:

Tonight I learn, I see, I know. I understand unspoken messages, hidden stories, grown. There is no way before this method, just feeling from my heart and taking as accepted. I know, accept, I learn I don’t let go, staying this all in my memory, hoping it’ll be company for a long after time.

 

Puppy:

Tonight – tonight – silver metal shined – new – old – a now friendship true and bold – cold night air  - no despair – pushing ourselves with free care – hands clasped like machinery – the fume of work – in our thoughts the words will lurk – through eyes that narrow – through mouths that shut – from souls that divide – its never enough

 

Tenten:

Tonight unspoken stands but this eternity is understood. Gentle flow welcomed, shared, no obtrusive methods used. Companion gift sparks fire light, lingering scent of smoke. Doubts ridden by familiarity in this moment this is where I belong. Shaking cold hands, slow breaths, glazed eyes, no changes to reality.

 

Puppy:

Tonight – tonight – reclusive night – Body – knowledge – embodied light – accusing none – from blues burden to some – our voices – the awkward breathes – from foot prints re-stepped – holding onto shadows that never fade – from future problem that’s never been relayed – from no other smile is mine to yours – to let life linger from fingers on aching cords – to step on ink as opposing saint to sin – I give my strength – and friendship to lend – from truthful eyes that see no end

 

Tenten:

Tonight I pray, I whisper, I am thankful. Through half closed eyes I confide all that can said. No aching pain brought by caged lines, smiles begin for voice in a quiet moment opened feeling the lines, never good-bye accompanied by weakened time. A gift to share, an art form rarely seen. The music of souls. Never letting go.

 

Puppy:

AM to PM – the two skins to blend – with heart filled words to sew and mend – to place upon and to hold too tight – memories to last for oncoming nights.

Author's Note

Puppy and Tenten
June 30, 2007