That, That, and the Third

See,
the sun never
disappears
completely,
as
the memory
of
her beautiful
sting
resonates like
stars
do
during their
courting phase,
When this
shift change
happens
between day and night,
we
find our
true
love staring back
at
us.
See,
poets don’t
get
the chance to smooth
out
these
words,
like this,
that, and the
third.
We only
get
to borrow
them
for
the
moment
that the sun
allows
it.

M.C. Davis

 

 

 

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The Curling Effect

When the leaves
arrive,
falling this
way
and that,
giving new
meaning
to the
colors
in the air,
let’s give away
our
love to them.
Let’s
decide to dance
in
between their
decision
points,
and
in that
moment,
we’ll
be
just as free
as
they
are.

M.C. Davis

Unfolding In All Of The Right Places

See,
we’re on
a journey,
where the lions
don’t
scare
or tremble
our skin tones
through clenched
teeth,
or
furrowed brows.
Our journey
is
wisdom feeling
herself
out,
like the moon
does
when
the waters simply
decide their own
current.
We’re
unfolding in
of
the right
places,
and
for once,
we
get to
simply
be
the moon.

M.C. Davis

Each Other’s Each Other

Every kiss,
dedicated to
the
present
moment
comes with a
a whisper,
a mindful character
of sorts
that
reminds
us
that we
are
where we need
to
be.
Just
like the
touch of your
hands
falling into the
the
in-between-ness
of
mine.
See,
we’re
each other’s
each
other,
exactly
as the Universe
intended.

M.C. Davis

A Precious Waste of Time

We lost ourselves
in the madness
of the Universe,
always
showing our teeth,
grit and all.
We found this
precious waste
of
time in each
other,
like a soft day
glistening
in
its
own perfection.
We found
ourselves
nestled
in between the notes,
like
we always
do,
but this time
without
the chromatic
tones
or the simple
shapes
that often define
us.
See,
we are all
that
the Universe
requires,
and
our waste of
time
just
gave us
the beauty
that
we
truly are.

M.C. Davis