Open up the window
let it out
get down on my scraped
ten year old knees
do nothing but shout
about how
epiphanies come alive
how we bend our minds
to strive
for these words that haunt
memories that jaunt
to remind me of how
it used to be
in my mother’s arms
in my father’s embrace
that comfort I need to face
feel again
in an imagined place
at this time when
you make a question
into life lessons
as if a gate has opened
once locked
a dam blocked
and you
the boat
slipping endlessly by
as I wait afloat.
When you hear my voice
swearing about the knots
it has a complete familiarity in itself
talking to myself, all alone
laying my soul on its shelf.
How modern love has come to this
words and voices we miss
modern sex without a kiss
evolved to pictures
erotica unsolved
mysterious you
hilarious me
exchanging thoughts on a leafless tree
as Fall echoes the emptiness
we lay it out bare and confess
to nothing we did not
know before
yet all we want is more
of this and that
skinny and fat lattes in the Montreal cold
to warm the bones
let the truth unfold.
The windows are shut tight
to not let in the air
it chills my bare body
lets down my messy hair
and somehow you are in the room
no longer locked out
as I sweep with my broom
all the dark sorrow that I want
to live without
you hold on to my run
and ask me
are you ready to chase the sun?