I prefer music
alive and breathing
into the empty space
between classes, it blissfully distracts me,
uplifts me,
and persists long after I take my headphones
off.
I feel its chemistry, its biology, its math, and its poetry,
its native tongue that changes with every repetition,
and I let it speak, and pretend to understand,
I smile or cry like
an infant in a mother’s arms.
-Silence-
Delicately, tenderly untangling
umbilical-like chord,
fed into life and it cries out anew,
the one or two songs
I’m into
right now.
A hard tiled floor,
scuffed, speckled with dirt
and dust swept to where the edge meets grey wall,
backpack balanced, upright
as I slide down and sit.
The birth of warmth,
the feeling of life,
of heating the tile with my body,
breathing in rhythm
with the heartbeat ringing
out,
pumping intravenously
pulsating softly,
the energy palpable
for no one
but me.
A nodding head
a tapping foot,
the faintest heartbeat
echoing
down an empty hallway.
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hike – Andrei Bucaloiu
your green eyes blend with the thicket
and root you in the softened soil
that, mashed, rises between your toes
i insist on wearing shoes and socks
you insist on feeling the coolness,
the tickle of grass kissing your ankles,
the rush of pine-needled steps,
and the firm thump of footprints
when home, I lay barefoot and
you touch your fingers between my toes
your heart beats green, beats slow
against the soles of my feet
like the first few droplets of rain
dripping on thirsty leaves
Waking Up in a Canopy Bed – Andrei Bucaloiu
We lay entwined,
in a knot of limbs
deep
in our forest of curtains
white, and filtering sunbeams
into infinite flurries
that cover our bodies
with a blanket of snow.
We close our eyes
and try catching snowflakes
on our tongues,
but swallow pearls,
and form ivory lumps
in our throats.
Salt from our eyes
rolls on the
crinkled sheets.
The snow
melts on us and leaves us bare
but collects
on the curtains,
delicate
and laced,
stronger than ever before.