Little Bird Poetry

Chilled air biting soft skin nipping goosebumps a feverish rash spreading numbed noses but ignited feelings burning into hearts hotter brighter that flames with oil cores wind lashes bare limbs begging for the touch of another to soothe restless souls whose passion roars like caged lions waiting for the time to escape

Endings always bring beginnings but what if it never ends the story doesn't stop but merely pauses and picks back up each passing year a continuing narrative of a chapter we first assumed were their own novellas do we ever escape our pasts or simply live in its current version a record skipping not starting a new tune but continuing onward until death marching forward like soldiers until the ground gives way to sea drowning each in personal perils the 7 minutes of past becoming present forced to watch the film until the lights go out

Do you remember it when this ink was new and your scar was fresh when gas money and football games were all on our minds the curfews the stolen nights when water beneath our kayaks was the only reason our faces were wet that tree swings  and rail bridges  were our high can you see it the rattling tracks above as we were together below it game nights beneath stadium lights goals and  penalties wins and  losses being the only games we played fire burning both flesh and hearts white dresses and black ties twinkling lights and sparkling eyes it feels like yesterday you met my momma and daddy then becoming part of my family all at once like a missing puzzle piece  in a picture neither of us could put together it feels like yesterday that it was me and you

I reread the last pages of a chapter long since written thinking about you I was the Bonnie  wild for my Clyde running through the west into our mind's sunset always moving forward never able to stand back  to watch for the fall that broke our necks