The Only Art is Love

I build a campfire in my chest

Tell myself stories

As the surrounding darkness dances

I re-enter the poetic

like falling

(Love

Is another story).

After rainbows chased me in my rearview mirror

I left you in my car

On the floor

Advertising your art

In two dimensions

Pictures prior the need to cover up

Even after sex.

We detached prior to departure

As I took a walk with my fear

(We tend to talk a lot without speaking).

Now I'm sad and I don't know why.

I clutch my phone in anticipation of vibration and illumination.

I dread the days between us.

And want only to sleep until I wake up next to you.

Tavius Dyer  07-12-11