AdlerIdhees Vol 2

AdlerIdhees, vol. 2

Hanged

Before a distinction between real and unreal, within array have to change that. It was a balmy evening by formlessness. We gazed at a dirty beach. We walked, sat on the dock, sacrosanct returning our gaze. Along the banks we’d be appointed. I kept looking at you, a collapsing sentence, amber eye contact with each other. Then we went space. You said: well-intentioned recess, there is youth made up of the lake, which was unsafe to swim in. E. coli risk. Rosy bison and hunters with erect spears hurling the country house for a weekend. Body after body asleep, so we quietly went up to the attic. It was so cold on my skin. He died in the anterior upstairs bedroom. It was so bright. It was so cold we didn’t have much interest to live in the house. Driving into the touching his thigh. It was much bigger than he expected, perfect symmetrical distances. The surrounding hills he once knew if that grows naturally or if it was planted that nothing could bring him closer to joy. House and body I can remember. I knew you would have hated trying to give into it. More houses were built, and he was waiting, smelling the incense. There was a bird that told ghost stories about it. It was finally decided the old was loud and made me laugh. I wrote bird poop men with large machines tore the building down. We were all standing around the leaves on the ground, simple forms scattered. We were all dry. I have no interest down in the deep. You said, well, it was my first time touching his thigh. House and body were across the room the day we met and we took a rope and tied it to an arm and stared out the window. There was a thrift store trying to give into it. More houses were built, and he bought a blanket I was saving for my future dog. That he told ghost stories about it. When everyone was asleep and we were in bed and kissing leaves on the ground, simple forms scattered on the earth.

Asleep, so we quietly went up to the attic. We once gazed into touching and
whispering and laughing. I don’t look into space. Not one person knows this land, anyway. That seems to be one of the last times of importance then, it watched us make and move, what you want sweating, and I barely recognized anyone. I knew a valley that watched. Young men with pastoral hearts, standing there right in the aisle while we were all sweating land, pleasant and silent. He was a two-story house inside that was making noise. Or maybe it was outside. Plan after plan, grain in your book. It was a dirty beach. I thought of your wet jeans. I knew you before a distinction between real and unreal, within our woods. I was amazed by how the trees grew in such formlessness. We once gazed into an endless grid. I don’t know sacrosanct returning our gaze. I knew into space. Not one person understands a plot of land, or it, standing there right in the aisle while we were all sweating then. Or maybe it was outside. Valley watched. I still don’t like the procession, it was a strange spot of land, pleasant and silent. He was a two-story river. It was a dirty beach. I thought of your wet jeans. I said absolutely not, I have no interest. You said, well, we remained for a long empty time. It was disappointing touching his thigh for the first time. It was much bigger than he expected, saliva, were across the room the day we met and we kept making house until an old man. The surrounding hills he once left the country house for a weekend. I honestly don’t remember the whole night, trying to give into it. It was finally decided the old asleep, so we quietly went up to the attic. It was so cold men with large machines tore the building down within was so bright. It was so cold we didn’t have much interest in the leaves on the ground, simple forms scattered on the earth.

Tides wide open tonight

And just as well i fold

Bathing in your splendors

is an abusive indulgence.

Tender in these depths I pine

To keep you there. Dripping slowly.

But against my wish you fade at first light.

Burning in the cool infliction of desire.

I taste myself like a dog.

I

In the dusk

I see your mirror,

Lit by the flicker of your match

runs to see how far the light reaches

and as you found me

here on the edge, glasses smudged by stars

I found I wanted to give

and honor who you are

II

I waited until the dawn

When the stars fade with my dreams

For the sun to dry my tears

And the birds to sing a new song

anchor myself to today

And be here still.

III

I see the blue sky

And it sees me brown

Cotton colored clouds

Sets my direction unbound

Shapes Above me is your face,

Your lips i miss

Kissed by your orange heat, sweet sweat, down your hips

touch of green grass, affirms our weight

The smell of purple rain makes above where we met

I know what I know,

but grey doubts hold me still,

and I wander and wonder, lost in yellow fields Heavy my heart beats, and it tells me to breathe

To lavender over the right words

whispers of an urgency to flee.

I know to be empty

Is to be open

And Without you, i lay exposed to all that is ruined.

Distance turn hopes into ash

And here I cling.

I saw him with you and

I saw you happy

White hot tears fill me,

My eyes red, swollen pink

Blooming fuchsia floods My veins,

My voice,

Cracked earth and steam.

And as I fall

above it all,

Looking up at the world in your eyes

The first color i ever saw

Fills up the void

with stories untold

Hopes and wishes awash in the wind

I hold on sticky and firm

certain I won’t need to let go

keeping doubt and reason at bay:

I have no reason to hang on like I do

While the breeze moves smooth across your skin ever warm and blowing in your

desired direction

IV

So on and on , I swam towards your shores but swept back to seas as soon as you were sure I saw you as my lighthouse

with a silver beacon, so pure.

crying to myself:

Of course i wanna be seen as lovely

Of course i wanna be seen as

you could love me

As possibilities

Blending into me

A vision of we

It would be a blessing

a song in your mind that reminds you of my intentions

V

and that’s what I wanted right?

To be needed.

To be left alone and to feel needed.

To feel your embrace, and be kneaded

To pull away from everyone and still needed and be sought after, and feel you need it

VI (on grief)

I’ve cried everyday since the fall.

beard drenched with tears

expression stained with salt

skin deprived of moisture.

My mind drifts

drown and resurfaces

again and again and

again and again and

again and

it sucks to be sad

helpless to be happy

I may never be satisfied

but why would I want that?

I’m always gonna want more for myself

and you should too

VII

So the sun sets, on my love, I thought

A mirror lit by the a citrus moon

warms a path back to me,

not you.

glasses clarified by an effervescent truth

yet I still trip over what I planted for you.

so I remember how the stars fall into morning dew.

Forever grateful for

the first color I ever saw in you.