collision

fluid like the last words of angry conversation

or drifting in and out of consciousness

hazel in autumn

how i trip on her smile

sometimes it squares up and kicks me in the shin

sometimes it leads me quietly to the bedroom

and if i had a star to wish on

i'd ask for clarity

too crowded to remember

who broke their fist on my outermost ventricle

my criminal perception

though clouds still taste like her neck skin

nights still feel like her breathing cycle

left spent at slower speeds

heartfelt moments lost to introspection

all burned bridges

stand wrecked in the open

Reviews

[Atosa]

I've been reading some of your poems, they are all so honest (which is a good thing). Sometimes I find that I have to re-read to actually understand the meaning..it's not as clear as with other poetry. This poem was great...I like your use of words, some of the sentences are so unpredictable!