In An Identical Moment
I guess I wrote it like a spoken word.
How is something written as spoken?
I guess i'm a gullible, hopeless romantic.
I guess i'm...
Always falling
Or looking up for the phantom thing on the ceiling.
Or the 'something' on my shirt.
Chit! You got my chin!
Imagine...
Recognize the pretty faces.
Even passed in a moment.
Even if I can't have you...always have that moment.
Sometimes it's better not to stop and see it through.
I write so...maybe this little fantasies about who?
Being tentative to talk and ruin a perfectly good plot.
My mind caressing the thoughts,
whether reality would like it or not.
‘Pssts’ whispered.
Pistoled and hammered.
Something soft and something loud...
And reflectingly, something fertile and pretty.
Put where you were supposed to be placed.
Pleasantly paced.
Our footprints made but one impression on the ground.
In an identical moment.
