arabesque-o

purpose driven pulse looking for a sense of complet- ion in need of a life expressing meaning.     called to joy-           but unable to hold contentment watch it slip through the holes in my life how do you hold yourself full if everything has a hole ? the night sky is a blindfold, the day a continual heavy-weighted choice. my thoughts lash i am raw with the version of self grating inside this body.

your fingers encoded in the tangles of my hair there's a glass of wine to darken your lips and a cigarette to make mine smokey the moon is an icy chandelier above us as we breathe together on my rooftop overlooking downtown and i am forever stuck trying to interlock my hands with the petulant toddler that is Now i want nothing more than this moment, but time does nothing but run from me. stay still, i plead. maybe if we don't breathe the light won't touch down on the earth quite yet, maybe i won't have to leave in the morning again. i want to hold this perfect in my hands, i want to cage it in a mason jar to keep it in the threads of my s