Young Writers Society

13/30
Time off for good behaviour
I'm trying to
refrain from doing much
of anything
------(for fear of finding you)
-
you fall out from between
the pages of my books,
breathe into my mouth
the words we loved the best
-
the radio sings and
suddenly, you're crooning
breathily into my ear
-
a hand on my shoulder, arm,
friendly passerby send
ripples of every touch
--reverberating outwards
and you're there, to reminisce
-
I eat, and we're
sharing an apple, chomping away
to hollow out that memory
but, I'm the apple,
you've worn me down to the core
so you can drop me
-----------------into the
-------------------dirt

14

This is no longer poetry:
this is somewhere beyond that-
hate mail, wrtten by
Archaic Diction and
Useless Rhetoric's
secret love-child

15/30

Our silences are antithesis
that need no...
implications strung on
...tell all

(we) Meet between parentheses
and (you and I) know alone
the intimate vastness of (us)

16/30

The Differences Between the Seasons

Fall into love as you
fall into winter- a chill
indifference, uncertain
mercury stares, shifting
collisions of vision
we hold hands now because
the cold air keeps secrets
of frequent limits exceeded.
-
It is my folly as
the fault lines shift and
the fault lies with me
it's getting warmer,
sucking truth like marrow
from our bones.
-
Tell-all summer, spilled secrets,
burn marks from the pain
thin skin, see through in
the white light
I paint the covers over us,
some disclosure for
the open daylight
-
the summer is noise
neverending, promising
nothing but,
you keep holding my hand,
taking the risk.