Together from dawn,
deep diving into the world:
symbiotic minds.
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Deal?
I never want you to be anything less
than yourself around me let yourself out fully, don’t hold back
no matter what tell me anything
bounce ideas off me like I’m a squash court
same with emotions: let them out
laugh, cry, be low, be high
show me the darkness show me the light
anything that’s on your mind, anything at all
I will always be a net to hold the rawest parts of you
Turning the handle
You say I swept out the cobwebs from your mind,
chased away the critters nesting
in the corners, darkening them
until the room became a prison, insular
and draining.
But you were the one who kept the door open
when it threatened to close
just so I could take shelter from the storm
chasing me.
Shiver
Shiver,
goose pimples down my arm,
breath a cloud in my path.
But I’m not cold.
This tingle down my spine
is caused by no chill,
but excitement and delight,
for this day and all days to come,
I am with you.
Words within words
It was clear when we first met,
Laughter from both sides
Over meandering conversations and footpaths,
Voluntarily giving information we’re so used to withholding.
Every time a wall would fall,
Your eyes became brighter.
Our friendship deepened and evolved into simply
Us.
Rushing Rivers
Dawn. We kiss, say our
good mornings.
You, the boy who is my best friend,
listen carefully to the account of my dreams.
Sometimes,
night terrors.
You know where parts come from, just as I do.
You know me,
inside and out, like
the motions you use cutting and shuffling cards,
except without the years of practice
yet at the same time
a lifetime of listening and observing.
We get ready for work,
the day ahead planned and uncertain.
We are a tag team, a cassette tape and pencil.
Together, nothing can keep us down.
Arms
Arms that wrap, tight, safe
fingers holding firm on shoulders.
Massaging tired body, mind
release from the daily hounding.
Even if it’s just for a moment, less than a minute,
a second snatched in a silent room,
a quiet corner free from the hungry
crowd of nattering, gossiping, whispering
eyes that see much
yet nothing at all.
A hug
they think.
A promise
we say.
Bleed
In order to know someone,
bleeding yourself out into a cup
and letting them drink it down
is sometimes the only way.
It lets them taste the salt in your wounds
and the nectar in your view
of the intricacies of life,
spinning and turning
through every step you’ve taken
to reach this point.
Let them see your shackles, your restraints,
and trust them
when even if they say they don’t have the power to break them,
they can still aid you
as you rid them yourself.
It may take decades, aeons,
a million fractals of your stitched and glued and re-stitched heart,
but they’ll be there through all of it.
Just give them opportunity to take that first sip.
Ringu
It’s just a band of metal,
a simple shape,
with no beginning or end.
It just is.
You gave it to me, so it could mirror us,
and in turn, I offered you mine.
Sometimes they chink together
like miniature bells,
sometimes they are silent.
But they’re always present,
even when resting.
Rain
We can walk together along the path
of browns and golds, an orange here and there,
we can chat about how things are –
home, jobs, family, hobbies –
we can look up at the darkening sky,
glee in our eyes,
and stick out our tongues
ready to catch those first drops
weeping down from the clouds.
Or we could laugh at the time you fell
in that shallow puddle,
which actually turned out to be quite deep.
Treeshallow Musings 