ex (changed)

dainty on morning frost
     seen through screen of exhale
steam d  coffee
     sharp contrast : brittle atmosphere

flowing – colored vibrancies
    earthen browns; sandy beige
          I couldn’t tell you
     (species)
     
--wind chill--
          between us (you and i)
between us           you smile
     I (smile)       for you
but you –
only see
          colored birds      
     

Caught

crosswalk button
     blinking for precious moments
stop,pause,stop,pause,stop
dead center
     traffic rushes through
you –
the fine tips of hair
turn to razor whips
     lacerating fragile face
this is speed
     caught in the middle
so fast
     rain wont stop here
concrete is hot
     uniform tracks lay
like dried rivers
          through concrete jungles
this vine was
     I caught it sailing
a thought: it was safe
          but the button stopped
before my time
     and this is speed
to passing mobiles
          I am caught
and no one will stop
     without this broken signal
          no one will stop

Trace(s)

of skin
     hair     swirl
the oncoming typhoon
     razor grasps tiny follicles          pull
until it bleeds
     sweet amarilla paint peels
flakes
     pushed from walls
     ceiling     
by pulsing
     rhythm of hearts
          in collision
blasting chips
          badly layered paint
     and the hair keeps swirling
swept      distance     basin
     not strong enough
to carry tides

snowflake tissue
     like glue
          molds razor slips
tension
     pause
          toe dips lukewarm
hair –mellows- sublime
     deep heat engulfing body(ies)
tribal beats compel
          so toe digs further
trace (molecules)
     wrap warm liquid
          swim
     absorb (absolve)
          
static lines
     like forgotten children
and
testicles::
buoys in the aftermath

dip deep into lather
     loose grease
          breath (hold) breathe
quickens blood racing
     festivities in (         )
distance tangles
     like matted hair(public)
          drain clog
wayward glances
     the wall’s skin
     lays in tatters
be still(…)
     snowflakes cling
          to razor’d flaws
               like dust to a dryer
rinserinserinserinse
     hair swirls
          receeding typhoons
     take pieces
               (me)

                    into pipe (dreams)
     

moana

can i touch you (&) into nonexistence
if i smudge you like wetpaint
will you cover me (up)
half full lungs
(optimist)