It stops here.

sapphire
eyes.
bluest browns in town.
curiosity’s prize.
the way your face lights
when you see my smile.
innocent and true.
endless stares, without blinks.
restraint, for a while.

beige
questions.
fake marks.
lukewarm
vows made to everyone,
except you and me.
sacraments standing tall,
like a telephone pole
about to fall.

sapphire
answers.
rays and reys,
spring’s brigade.
stories in the forest.
nickname of a flower
with a spirit the same.
adorable apprehension.
staring contests, and
kisses like rockets.

beige
obligations.
guises and lies, likely.
caring for family,
diseased by their own ways.
stupid patriotism and fireworks.
obnoxious.
playing a tug-of-war game,
with blistered hands,
rope pulled away.

sapphire
summer.
reunion filled with wonder.
four leaves on my clover,
calling you my lover.
direction pulls you closer,
makes me bolder.
locked-in, dancing in lockstep.
climbed and claimed
an oak tree that knows our names.
sunwaves shake.

beige
cold.
comes on too fast.
comes on after coming last.
leaves crumble.
pendulum swinging.
daylight dwindling.
nightmares of witches,
but reality is an apple,
already poisoned.

sapphire
reunion.
sense that you’ve never
been so sure before.
“you’re safe here.”
haven from the snowstorms.
gloves and mittens dirty,
turned inside out.
feet icy wet but they forget,
because I let you.
obstacles endure.
promises galore.

beige
cowardice.
silence,
borderline violence,
for two score and eight days.
but who’s counting?
I am.
in the quiet.
open-heart surgery
but the surgeon left.
eerie and pathetic.

sapphire
stars.
alignment again.
cosmic reconciliation.
phone calls, gushing,
late-at-night whispers,
just to hear our music
for seven seconds.
rendezvouses.
caring in secret parks, and
secrets in parked cars.
clouds and dreams and future born.

beige

— wait.

I can’t take it,
this vacillation.

it stops here,
this fucking pattern that’s repeating.

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