“Why this enjoyment tastes so much”
You would stumble through life.
You would.
Through wooded happiness
after dance of firelight.
There are only so many photos
to go through.
This is the afternoon of your life,
a specimen,
hesitating to decide.
Couldn’t just one more kiss
be a promise anew,
if we truly were happier then,
pulling cherries from you?
I walked with you long ago,
icy forests with spirits in tow.
It isn’t making sense.
There aren’t enough rumors.
A swan dive with you,
a swan for you,
and roses on your pleated lap
through all that’s cold and flame beyond
can we go on beyond the back
can we all gone beyond the blue
and ask ourselves
to drunk anaconda
to swim with sounds of wedding bells
to be on land?
nicholauspatnaude 