By Jordan Esely-Kohlman
In seconds after
exchanging names in a fashion
so pleasant as to
ease my troubled soul,
airs that once clung heavy to lovers
loosened &
crumbled
asunder into
a new bed from whence new truths might bloom.
I hunger for these parcels of your essence.
Feast on
flesh &
drink in
moments unspoken
when I was sure I was you
simply wrapped in a different way, or
perhaps we were jigsaw pieces
kept snug by junctures of
the most supple nothings.
By Jordan Elsely-Kolhman
The sun shone on Monday morn
in strands of flaxen memory.
Out past the horizon sat a visage,
its magnificence sifted through the atmosphere,
but those minuscule collisions resulted
in splendor unrequited.
The gentle warmth of lips shifting
into smiles a million miles away
lifted midnight mists,
weekend haze cut into
static fragments
by moments of focus.
We play our celestial parts,
bodies revolving in and out of
eclipses, simply wishing for
the bliss of glimpses.
This life is but a struggle
through ellipses into
…
periods of certainty.
By Jordan Esely-Kohlman
Damn Decency! I want to live as an animal, marauding the savanna.
To shade beneath the acacia and find excited peace only when and where the
shadows hide.
To feed from the tawny grasslands and rest in the hollows of concentric sienna and
obsidian.
To procure the lay of the land through deliberate exploration.
To find solace in the peach hillsides that languidly lean into vermillion valleys.
To discover that there is no edge of the world, only beautiful quirks and catenaries
where the beginning is the end.
To drink from time, the cool blue stream it is, and truly taste the flux of kinetic
molecules.
To prey on moments and capture them with a swift strike of the paw of perception.
To roam.
To be.
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