do you exist
(misted in smoke)
you must
if you melt my snow so
around the uhuru peaks
of the mountain that holds me
you speak
while i record truths of you in a book
that i keep in a box
not on that mountain but
deep inside
a boat
where air and blood
stain the flow of sunships
in and out and in and out
and you walk on boiling water
in my eyes
midst clouds of ash
deep inside
around the boat
afloat in a box in a book
about you
about you
.
ease bubbles thick
as oil, sleek, slow rings
tie us, perfect maelstrom
we, prolifically pyroclastic
you and i
we burn
the apocalypse
and still have left to spare
for us
of us
for us
we are always one
even when we are more
so much more
up and down a mountain
always close to the sky
you and i,
water and ash drifts
lahar we are, left in our landslide
barely surviving dreams we share
but we share
the pieces of love
.
my kilimanjaro man
my mountain man
my cave man
my cave
my man
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oceanswing
Poetryi know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there...
