SHIFTING SHAPES & SINKING SHIPS
In the Shadow of the Bayou
Ahhhh! —
Honey, I’m sitting slow, so low on the porch by the bayou,
If you wanna go, then baby, go wild.
Next to me, a roach lies, sipping on what’s sunk nearby,
The tab you’ve placed on my shoulder, does it weigh much more than you and I?
Heavy to watch, these bones, how they sway,
How low they drag, and you’re taking them away.
I don’t want to watch you go, this wasn’t the plan.
Are you looking up? Will you ask me why, if you even can?
Not the one, no need to front or slow your pace,
Not the one to keep me on edge, or intertwine our space.
I’ve got two stars: one named and the others yet to call out mine.
Who they are doesn’t matter, it’s the cracks that catch my eye,
A tally, a list of moments that didn’t quite sit right.
Leafy greens can’t take this taste away,
I don’t want your blended spinach baby,
I want meat on my bones! Something real, is that too much to ask?
These bones weren’t meant to touch, oh they yearn for more than us.
It was destiny, before any word could unfold,
If you wanna go, then, baby, be bold.
Either go wild or stretch wide,
For if you’re shaping and shifting, you can’t shift shapes or sink ships next to I.
I love you more than a crab loves its treasure tree,
But come nighttime, certain truths we can’t deny.
It’s the cats coming out at night, always asking why.
Blending in, eyes closed, poking with a wish,
Bone on bone, testing when I’m laid to rest.
Ahhhh! —
Honey, I’m sitting slow, so low on the porch by the bayou,
If you wanna go, then baby, go wild.
Next to me, a roach lies, sipping on what’s sunk nearby,
The tab you’ve placed on my shoulder, does it weigh much more than you and I?
Heavy to watch, these bones, how they sway,
How low they drag, and you’re taking them away.
I don’t want to watch you go, this wasn’t the plan.
Are you looking up? Will you ask me why, if you even can?
Not the one, no need to front or slow your pace,
Not the one to keep me on edge, or intertwine our space.
I’ve got two stars: one named and the others yet to call out mine.
Who they are doesn’t matter, it’s the cracks that catch my eye,
A tally, a list of moments that didn’t quite sit right.
Leafy greens can’t take this taste away,
I don’t want your blended spinach baby,
I want meat on my bones! Something real, is that too much to ask?
These bones weren’t meant to touch, oh they yearn for more than us.
It was destiny, before any word could unfold,
If you wanna go, then, baby, be bold.
Either go wild or stretch wide,
For if you’re shaping and shifting, you can’t shift shapes or sink ships next to I.
I love you more than a crab loves its treasure tree,
But come nighttime, certain truths we can’t deny.
It’s the cats coming out at night, always asking why.
Blending in, eyes closed, poking with a wish,
Bone on bone, testing when I’m laid to rest.