in the brightest hours

tossed in the air,

she lands

where she lands;

caked in soil

she cocoons

and in the brightest hours

dreams of air

engulf her;

fair parched pores

drink the water

when it finds her

in brief and fleeting hours

in brief and fleeting 
hours

I lingered

intentionally, unsure
 of intent;

mine or yours

yet we 
did part and I turned

longing to embrace, the urge 
to touch 

weighing heavy on 
questions of

what if

when

feast

calm
 cool 
ease


we did
 feast;

it felt
 like a thousand times deja veux


yet in a heart beat

we had never met

for you I was

For you

I was

soft
and gentle;
a part

of me
I had not

loved.

Dust lightly
brushed

away;

I shined.

the hours

losing track of time;

she meant to be writing

instead were she academic-ing

shards of her belaboring 

the hours

the days

the years

to be returned without receipt

not yet knowing

goat whispers

to lead her on;

she

is a two-date girl

who gets lost

in the not yet knowing