May I borrow your skill-set?

She still looks at me
that way,
One day...

Take it in while you can.
I have always felt this
slipping away...

Passive-aggressive is oxymoronic,
aren't we all
both (hyphenated)?

Having the Midas Touch is not
the same as Pyrokinesis
but ignites a similar spark.

We never have any-
thing for long
enough to use the words;
Forever, Eternal, Always...

Things come and go
and its lightening to know
it has all
been done
before.

She still tries
to change
her outcome
by crossing lines
and parting ways.

No effort is wasted
judging
by the time it takes
to reach a point
of no return.



Painting by William Moore Davis [Public domain].

A-round A-gain

It was only natural,

the moon mattered more &

the stars too trivial to twinkle.

It was as expected,

as time unfolds memory,ensues, 

enframes and borders the view.

It was

more than the medium

or the membrane, the skin sheds and mind

stretches     out for much       more.

It  matters,

Even when it is all the same-

when forever ended time and again, a perfect moment

stolen in a last sunrise-

for Good.

It was only natural

light, reaches the furthest corners and bounces

back.

On a curve,  

photons careen in corners,

where

          sovereign circles can spin spirals…

Dross traces of dark matter will devour all the same,

sanding the edges

              smooth

for the first Time. 

Painting by Wassily Kandinsky, Heavy Circles 1927 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.