Brief Moments

By: Codey Lembck

Introspection

i tried
i strung our neck
i lauded my fears
trapped in a closest
peeking through
a witness to ambition
belt whipped by his father
no
i tried
shit
my love for you
was stained with semen
and the smell of flowers
no
i tried
you fucked
me
him
you
i fucked myself
in bathrooms
reeked of urine puddles
shit
and orange scented soap
orange juice licked
from your nipple
hard
my pain
hard
my pool of happy
iced
no
i tried
who wins existence
who matters
i don't
you did
you do
shit
i feel intertwined
a root through your soul
your veins mine
no
i tried
i'm broken
you're broke
us a doll with no eyes
no smile
left for death
next to my cold skeleton
no
i left


His Aura

There is a wrinkle wiggled at the end of his mouth
that's filled with the sheds of wisdom
spoke from the movements of his tongue
the tones of his throat
the bridges of nerve gaps in his brain

There is a roller coaster in his eyes
that I want to lean my body out of perilously
witness to the immense gravity of his life

His hair curled with the past strife
the present notions of want
the future grieves of loss
there is a curl of past flirtations
floating in his marble sink
there is a curl of present sexual tensions
hanging carelessly in front of his view
there is a curl of future nights laying naked
not yet in existence
but I can feel it's presence in his aura

 

His smile is a crescent moon
gracefully descending into it's tide
I want to be on the beach where it hits
I want to be crushed by it