glow

i like these moments when we move close enough, too close, so close our energies our synergies overlap & our desires collide & our gazes fumble and fall, we lose track of what we're doing. when my face gets warm and my surroundings are reduced to the focal point of you just you & oh how we glow.

cloves

the way
the cloves numb my tongue and the
smoke curls sweet & cancerous into
the air the street flowing by as we
lean back into our indifference
lean back striking matches and watching them burn &
the words floating casually while our eyes
dart around watching life watching
shadows watching moments tick by
killing time sucking in reference as we
fill our chests with ashes.

light / dark

tonight was sparkles everywhere, a world of glistenings and gleamings but for once not wet just shimmering surfaces, blinking lights surrounding our three bikes unknown but in a new silent solidarity lined up at the stoplight with our own lights flashing, riding in the darkly shadowed streets in the darkly silent beauty of night stars so many stars twinkling above and everywhere and that streetlight that blinked off just as i passed just as i hoped it would leaving me enough night to see the lights and the city below was pulsing and breathing off and on in ripples and everything was awash in bits of light like glitter scattered into shards of darkness.

post-concert creations

& we were weaving ourselves together, weren't we? curling arms and legs and hips into a tapestry of motion
& as i walked home after midnight dancing alone down endless dark sidewalks & as boys in cars yelled to me out their windows at stoplights
my feet got tired and my head heavy, & i thought, how strange, how quickly my fatigue returns
here in the quiet landscapes of nighttime, of bars closing and buses no longer running, & how
i could have danced forever in that room, sweating and stripping down and recharging with every beat, with every surge of energy from the people around me, & i think this (as everywhere)
is where we find beauty &
where we cast our spells

less sensical

how we fall into place

insouciance

...aloofness and disinterest crashing down on my inquisitive face and my smile, the friendliest realest ones the bums and the transients who actually look others in the face; when i walk yr streets confronting you with my tear-filled gaze will yr blank eyes stare thru me as always? here the answer is yes and it feels like such an act of defiance, daring you to care, daring you to see something real and raw and human, something beside our sterile interactions and expectations and rules.

loose

...& unlike my last busride, unlike arriving in portland to strangers and delays, this time i'm light and loose and free with only a bag over my shoulder and a few snacks in my hand; not heavy suitcases and an empty stomach and nighttime confusion and a destination vaguely across the city. no, today i can wander aimlessly in the sun, in the warmth, in the light, in san francisco.