Clouds like liquid smoke
Unfurl their tendrils,
Tongue slipping, speaking, out of
Old and new.
Fly that balloon
Seeking the moon
Then up and around to Mars again.
Guide me to a night in June
A memory, distraction so sweet
May cannot come too soon.
Tears crack rivulets into skin
The salt water begging to wash upon every wound
A genuineness in its violence
Love as an act of defiance,
Where does it leave you?
A broken heart, this crippled tune.
Skipping beats, rhythm undone,
No longer aligned, the war is won.
I spark and these words ignite,
Setting alight flames inside this washed up soul of mine.
Hope is something I’ve indulged in,
And nothing has left more scars.