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

Jive Turkey

Don’t
come at me
with
those
jazz lips,
and dissonant chords
being forced
into
mixed-up
time signatures,
this
rhythm
just started and
no
layers
of flats
or sharps
will take away
from this
chromatic
scale.

See,
ain’t no jive
turkey
worth
the fight,
or
the fever
that
comes
from fists
to
cuffs
without mental
stimulation.

See,
ain’t no jive
turkey
worth
the effort
to
hold to
those
true
convictions,
while failing
to
bring
a baton
to
the performance.

Let this
day linger
beyond the notes,
and
if we
get too far ahead of
the measures,
let’s
both decide
to
allow
legato
to
make her
sweet
moves.

M.C. Davis

Asking For Easy

Stop
asking for easy,
since this life
cares
less that
you ask,
but more that
you
know the difference
between
what you
have earned
and
what you deserve.

Stop
asking for easy,
and
let these
trees fall in place,
without
the GPS
coordinates
dictating
their
descent.
It isn’t
the noise
heard,
but rather
the newness
of
where we end
up
that matters.

Stop asking
for easy,
as time
nor taxes
will give up their teeth,
and
this distance
we share just
mayadd her flavor
to
the mix.

So,
listen when this
poet
speaks,
and let
our moments linger
just
a
bit longer,
since
our
easy
just got easy
and I’m
only
here
to remind you.

M.C. Davis

Blowing Our Cover

Oh, baby.
We
are getting too loose
for
this life,
filled with the layers
of
what we
need to do,
aligned
with
the
crosshairs
that pinpoint
our decisions.

We are
getting too strong
for these weak muscles,
so let’s
not
blow our cover
in this
undercover
sting
of sorts. Like
an inspector
who
forgets
to jot down
the in between
notes,
or
a doctor
who lets
his degrees
speak
too much.

See,  we are
here
and acutely
in the present tense.
Let time
heal these wounds,
so
our true moment will
find itself
through the same path
we
found each
other.

M.C. Davis

Love and Run

 

There’s

so

much
truth to the
negative space,
that
we keep
hidden,
like a
room
in one’s
house
that’s meant
to
be seen and
not
heard,
or the
simple answer
of
what truly
defines
why we share
the
same
physical space,
and
leave so
much
room in our hearts
to
find fault.
We love,
then
we run from the
same
love
in order
to
find
more love.
See,
we run
then
let love
turn
against
us like immaturity
not
yet dealt with.
See,
we run then
find fault
in
the street
for not
propelling us
past
the finish line.

M.C. Davis

The Newness of Things

Relaxation
gives the muscles
the tendency
to breathe,
find themselves,
and give more meaning
to
the newness
of things.

The fresh coat
of paint,
layering in between
the
lines, deep
within the folds,
turns,
and figures of
speech that
show
us which letters will
come
next.

These moment
dictate the start
and finish
lines,
giving us the
wisdom
to feel the
difference
between what we
see
and what we feel.

This newness
of things,
and her subtle
nuance of
freedom,
is why we exist
in between
the lines,
unafraid
and willing
to
love.

M.C. Davis

Connection

Our connection

fell
like leaves do
on
wind-blown days,
and
just like most seasons,
our connection
will usher
in a
newness
and a growth will
dampen
the ridges
of
our beautiful
life.

M.C. Davis