Revelry
We soaked in the rain
For hours that night
Searching for answers in the fog of our breath
Id never noticed
How fragile you were
As you clung to the sleeve of my shirt
Our breath was steady
Calm at best
Rising to disappear
A starless night
We couldnt have cared less
You were mine; I was yours
Our Shade
Whenever I come here, it comes to this:
My trembling hands caress the wound we inflicted
on the ribs of the secret oak on the 8th of May
Crushing flowers with our backs
in the tumultuous years of adolescence,
I wonder where you're on your back now
and who's getting to know your nature.
Our branches have been hacked apart
with the nomad axe of your Lieutenant father.
We did our P.T. under a blanket of shade
with no one around to bark orders
or make us push up when we wanted to stay down.
You dug out trenches with bare hands
ripping across my back with periwinkle nails.
I wish you'd never cut them
so I could still be a part of you.