Ankles Break the Ground

Our seats swung

in tandem,

 

that day in the park,

swinging to-and-fro;

 

I remember thinking,

I was swinging into another dimension with you;

 

nice I suppose,

when words scratch my throat—

 

your love can be seen,

no matter where I go,

 

trapped in cells,

inhaled so many times—

 

subtle,

like a girl;

 

like when the parking lot blocked us,

and I went back home;

 

whatever it was we shared, I only wished,

for as long as I was there,

 

on earth, beside you, on a swing

or dimensionally-speaking,

 

near the orbit of us,

that we made our bed…we took our chances…

 

and when it ended…

we would smugly sleep tangled in what was left.

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