Hazy Acres

Little different each day 

Yes

In a frame is just another frame 

How does it cut different

Saying words in new ways 

New ones that came

Others that never will

Had a dream she approached me 

Gluing herself to me 

We had been with two others at a thing 

No words spoken 

Just physical communication 

Right in my face

A kiss without a kiss

Cheeks resting on cheeks 

Trapped air between the faces

Glue

To my hip she was on me 

Another person disappointed 

I was confused in a good way

Went with it 

Let it roll 

Wanted to see what could happen 

Glue is temporary 

Watch a shelf fall over time 

Her eyes told me a long story 

Five seconds 

How we built a home 

Lost a home 

Rediscovered ourselves in the great winter

Just before the valiant springs 

In the last whisper before a blazing summer 

Water 

Splashing in slow motion 

Glue 

Was before now a thing to remember 

I have seen this before 

Been a different student of this moment 

Before 

And now the professor of such exchanges 

No longer gasping for air 

Turning away is lighter 

Easy to end

Less to destroy 

As the magnificent clock controls the tempo 

Even in the the not new of things 

Colors are created 

To spray on beginnings 

And design the positions 

Standing firm with dancing hips