We Were Lying
And it was too sweet
With color and light and sound like
coins hitting pavement.
A book studied under its sister trees
Did they see death before them?
Did they want to cry out?
Slices, pages, stained with words fading fast, too fast,
Read by our clawed, gentle hands.
We all searched for meaning before the dawn.
We tried to make it between
sheets of paper and cotton.
Who’s saving us now?
Among the metal and the cinder
You were beautiful and sharp and free.
Notes made tones that resonated
from the smallest tips of the tallest pines,
And I saw His face in the leaves
and it blurred around me.
Fountains touched by sinners’ hands, soaking their naked bodies,
and stars reflected off the rocks.
Bandanas made with bleach spotted color,
Someone caught us meeting in the corner.
Now, I wonder if age had met you yet
In face and mind and body.
There was no body when I arrived,
dripping down and sticking
to the soles of our shoes.
Holding each other, searching for that same meaning,
Books and beds deceived us.
Wherever you are, just remember me in seasons.
We climbed too high to see that you were still underwater.
Temptation took the shape of strings and boards and plastic chairs.
But I remember I envied you
with grains in my braid and
flecks in my eyes and
not the shadows beneath them now.
Hands behind necks and foreheads pressed to glass
There was an act involved in all our scraping and falling.
We tried to draw bridges over flames.
I don’t remember your face now, but
as it was. Spinning, and tonguing, and flying.
We were lying.