Intervals
Lana Cortes
& so
I found myself
stuck on a sight as you
Mad about a man
adorned in silver glow
Talking to the walls
& they hold handsome conversation
Echoing my name back
as if you'd sent them
to return me home
to a place I'd never been
& with that
I will gladly be compliant
if only I am promised
the distant light
at the end of your tunnel
reflects sincerity
& not the flicker of flames
dancing from your grounds
alive & thriving in some blue eyes
on a farm in Minnesota
It feels as concrete
as the promise of my own demise
that you will coat each syllable
with certain truth
to complement the vibrance of the symbols
draped along your flesh
In intimate moments
under constellation seas
the tides sway your thoughts my way
against the familiar sound of laughter
& smiles strung from the lips
of those you've held longer
than you've held my name on your breath
I've dreamt in 4th of July
for months on end
with impatient patience
Long before I'd known
I was lusting for a night
on which the brilliance of young love
effortlessly compliments
cherry lips and sapphire seas
I'll lend you my thought
if you'll lend me a daydream
Leather jackets
& hair held back smooth
resurrecting memories of
snow blanketing city streets
in the veins of my hometown
A tall glass to drink you in
Counting restless craft in flight
Atop my own sheets
dressed in wide eyes
Less tangled in yours
with the inability to tell
where you end & I begin
There is freedom
residing in that there is not much
to the complexity of our nature
Where state lines divide
still we meet
without having stepped foot
I sink deeper into the arms of Southern California
Your arrival promise
is a callus velvet
slipping off of your tongue & into the open air
My faith is supple as I know it
but it may break
A small dose of morphine
or a lethal injection
it is a passion
designed for a man
who from 1442 miles away
could fall for my neck
Alone in your contest
& still you take lead
Slow & steady
Almost stagnant
We’ll take our time
to get it wrong