Like New

And
then,
you appeared
to me,
like
new and
without
the
loose
scales that tend
to
get
into the
way
of progress
and
patrol.
In
this moment,
we
have given
new
meaning
to
a
start that
has
finished before
its
time,
and the newness
of
our finish
is
the true
measure
of
our
love.

M.C. Davis

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Love Jones

Every
now and then,
I get a
love jones
for your smell,
chemistry
broken down
to
the bits,
and
a saunter
into
all of the
in betweens
of
what we need
to
do to loosen
up
these
clothes.
I get
a
love jones
to
figure out
which button
to
start with first,
or
which lip
I need
to focus on
later.
If we’re
ready,
I’ll
even get a
love jones
to
piecemeal
our history
together,
only
to
repeat
those parts
that
blend
with our nowness
and
foreverness.
See,
what this
poet
means is
that
we didn’t just
appear
to
give
and receive love,
but
we
are the
very
thing
called love
through
and through.

M.C. Davis

On Being Grateful

The simple
things,
giving way
to our shared
fate,
are often the
most
grateful
moments
forgotten
by disappearing
days
that we grasp
for
in thin air.
Days
which dangle
loosely
in between
the New Mexican
sky and a shimmering
sunset,
we
have forgotten
how
to
close
our eyes
when we
kiss.
Our days
are
grateful,
since
they affect us
to
move
without thinking,
and
in
a sense,
they dictate
our moods
like
the moon does
when
she’s
in her right
frequency.
See,
let’s see
this gratefulness
for
what it is,
and
forgive
the love
that
went
missing
the day you
walked
out
of our door.

M.C. Davis

I Love You

I can
only imagine
the fear
that
you feel when I
say
that
I love you,
or caress your hair
with
two
fingers,
gently
giving you
the
warmth
that
you
haven’t disposed
of
yet.
The
night is strong
for
us,
giving us freedom
to
simply
exist
within
the shadows,
but
you
show only
the light
of
our errors,
mistakes,
and
moments
that
stretch deep into
the
trenches.
See,
I can
only imagine
the fear
that
you feel when I
say
that
I love you,
because
you
already know
I
mean it
for
another.

M.C. Davis

Switch

Let’s
switch roles,
and
let these moments
shift
in between
the
decision to be
one
way or
another,
then
let’s switch back
and
have a
discussion.

If
the Gods
allow, let’s
switch
roles, then
fold up
memories
inside
of memories,
and
then
take a deeper
walk
in between
the
noise
of the who
we
used to be.

Finally,
when
the days
have lingered enough,
let’s switch
roles,
and
then
maybe we’d
have the
chance
to
just
walk away from
all
of
this
before
we
even start again.

M.C. Davis