I see your roots
exposed and long.
Your fingers are my downfall
and your speed is near mustang strong.
Your colored skin has seen the sun
and your eyes glisten like wet dew.
I am in Ohio
washing rags in righteous water
wondering what will this future say of its past.
I told you to follow your heart
but that was the full moon talking
and now the memory owns me
like the promised land owns my sister.
If I let you break the rules and move me
I'd be knocked out cold
with shoulders stretched beyond sockets.
There is a sprinkled spell in all this
magic, science, witchcraft, fairy dust, and god
making cells so
there is no release.
do you remember our first kiss?
because a thousand rising and falling suns won't forget.