collar bone

the sunflowers were giant. magnificent to see!
the small ones were
webcams

the feed was real-time
the days were long
the days were the same
length. we consumed them
together

you were a deity 

you were mine

i was a deity

with you

in my heart

shining

as the sun made 

sunflowers grow and grow

your expanse in my heart 

amplified me so

the people did not understand 

our experience. Newport Jazz festival.

a pond
full of fish. giant goldfish.
flickering silver fish. they were webcams
big eyes that did not
see

we see with our whiskers

we are cats and catfish and mice.

not everything happens in this world is

nice.

black at the bottom
green on the sides
color of your heart
where my heart resides.

a tricky business

coupling hearts. the layers 

must all be in synch for a system or else

gets rejected and the donation

dies. 

blood transfusions

your fingers slide under my straps
swim up to rest on the roundish
rocks atop my shoulders...

collar bone 

you stared
i smiled. the breath came out of me
involuntary

my legs wrap you up. 

 my arms around your neck. fingers clasped.

my nails are painted the color of your

eyes. 

pond water green 

with black pupils floating 

you volunteered to remove
me to a quiet dark
dry place of soft linens and
sculpted cherry wood. sleigh bed.

i chose to go
anyway

i was transparent for a day.
just like you. deities.

at play

you grabbed me and kissed me

your fingerprint upon me

now you could hurt me. inside. 

and you did. to avoid the pain later

i would go tangential. switching channels

to how you tasted like fresh

organic legumes. maybe peas.

this is how you love someone

i learned. an easy lesson
if not a nice
one

the harder lesson
was realizing love never
changes in the flux of an ever
changing world

devotion subsides

anhedonia sets in

the webcams capture all

and nothing. feeding the feeds

growing like weeds

my life
in the garden. hiding from you
pouting for the sunflowers. the giant ones

remembering the days 

we were deities

tangential glancing 

off the hurt

off the hurt

a safe place

i can perch on the roundish rocks

above my shoulders

below the sunflowers. giants.

heavy heads looking down

seeing me

in this sunless garden

beside a vapid weary pond. big eyes

cannot see

my eyes closed

glancing off the hurt

feeling your touch

collar bone

no one knew about
the webcams, then.
not even i

that's why
it was real