Moving On Faster Than You

These lanes
are
tightly
gripped,
filled to the rim
with
the possibilities
of
those
yesteryears.
We’re
gazing into the
darkness,
like
a
moth does
after
she’s fed
on
loose light.
We’re
coming through
a
moment
of truth,
like
the time Noah
decided
to
live
beyond his
means.
See,
this poet
is moving
faster than you,
and
the wind
seems
to want
to nudge
us closer.
I’m
here,
and like our
fast
car,
we get to
let
the
brakes
fend for themselves
every
now
and
then.

M.C. Davis

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Just Between Us

The morning
sun
just gave us
a
newness to this
day,
filled with the
soft
touches
and glances
that
we
decide upon
one another.

Windless
nights,
and a
nature’s
way
of calling
us
to
reveal
the subtle
nuances
that
we fall
into
so
casually.

Without too much
effort,
we
get
to remind ourselves
the
very purpose
of
our
touch,
but
all along
I
knew it
was just
between
us;
as if the
universe’s
only input
was
to
clear
the muddy
path
for us
so our dance
wouldn’t
be
disturbed.

M.C. Davis