it is as it is

unable to move in the hypnotic moment
-she broke away
he said
but they didn't move and he wasn't smiling
-no i didn't
but she was, youthfully too, which dug into all the sensitive places

so they just looked and searched for the truth behind pretty eyes
making pretty lies
they looked like the ride and she pulled pack
so he could pull forward
he didn't pull at all, for he had gone
he had gone and left her flying backwards as she scolded her hands
for letting them trust, again, and letting her fall

-all of the reasons
he had said
-why risk falling?
she had replied without words, just with salt water waves
the yearning to dive, with the wind on naked backs
permafrost disintegrating, as the these things digress

she stayed at that moment, not hypnotized any longer but steadfast with excuses

the ambiguous dress she wore with the tear on the shoulder, cobalt blue
she now took that scrap, holding it, an offering
and in her other palm a sizable yellow wool which gravity lifted in equilibrium with the blue

he looked at her eyes with profound surprise and tender sensitivity
the expression, innocent to her, was a decision to him
approaching so soon with wisps of smoke lapping at his heels

her color grew pale for second chances first chances
chances that would blow lives twist fate
and rise many suns as equally as moons

the color saturated the exposed clouds as they walked that day
cerulean blue clenched tight in his fist
mountains rose before their eyes
she winked at their possibility as her feet lifted off the frozen ground

Reviews

[Gastroc.]

beautiful.

[An owl on the moon]

Love the poetic vision, and subtle use of prose mingled in. Your descriptions are vivid, full of movement and magic. Excellent!