when you wear... #NaPoWriMo Day 21

photo by Fausto Podavini ©

when you wear 
anything is possible pants 
the heart is a language 
without words 
this is where, i pray 

looking out my window 
another simple poem 
made me cry 
like laughter caught 
rather naked under the sky 
a calendar of bones with the trees 
is where a warm bed 

and the broken grey cold 
of winter meet over 
spring again 

your turquoise veins 
my inner folds 
our toeholds 
our flesh, blues 
and other hues 
the slews of them 
portend the renders 
while never enders send hope 
o'er eons, oceans  
tongued lands beg in 
desert to mountain dare 
rain again 

the shorn wings 
we mounted and mantled 
with our betweens 
our rosy after ware  
our muddy knees 
our ashes where 
our bodies 
used to be 
we heard a sound 
looked around 
and found 
our children 
with their hands 
on our shoulders 
saying nothing 
but feeling why 
the fire lives 
when we fall 
and we only begin to 
fly again when in love 
with being human(e) 

EJR © 

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