It can never be just who loves you

And what you do

To love them back

It is barely just smoke and sex

We are people

No one is safe

Between war and worn

Between pressed and apart there is

Room to lay a body on its back

The consequence of feeling has a story and

My mind will mill on this

Mend things still together when

You can use music for glue

And pray over headlines

Muscle and twine, two bodies

(I have not been touched in months) I have not

hoped for much but

for something good

and sometimes in a crowd can sift this lonely bit

you are one spot in the light

mistakes aside

as people do come running

there is always a space not mattered by many;

on the rind of my heart is a shine I will keep

it will never show in pictures but

it is there, staying safe

lift past my reach and in the palms of others then

appendages launched, come time remind me

this needs done, this forgot

things don’t stop they just

issue their action; change,

grin and inch, grab the mile.

Press on

Watched “Czech Dream” tonight. Here’s the website, because I’m terrible at write-ups and reviews. I can sum it enough by saying: see it. Czech Dream