Our minds, our bodies

were caught in the resonation of bells.

Our stone heads struggling in a web of sharp grass

Chirping at the passing

We chiseled hands and melted around cameras;

Snap shot after snap shot;

fading moments in conciseness’

wave upon wave,

splashing the roofs of our mouths,

pitted against the backs of our straightened teeth,

teething at our lips for a memory we could kiss sweetly in the middle of the end

dark & clammy-

red like our tongues;

the flesh under our finger nails as we bite them-

chewing on thought, "the night a crutch for lullabies and closing eyes"

So take it –seize it: by the cuffs - the tie- the shoelace trailing

dragging beside us ominously

and when the sun sets call your lovers and blow a kiss.