Better Late Than Forever

Startlingly sexy collections

Or recollections 


There are some I could name.

Apparently in that, we are the same

Bueno, puedes decirles en español…

Entonces he decidió 

 That it’s gonna be better in English 

 This accidental native speaker

 Too many lands to blame 


The way you were just there

Again 

So unexpected, despite being conjured 

Earned Burn, yearning years 

Subtle despair or disrepair 


Now that you’ve weathered

And I, weathered storms

Us here, now

Everything back to an unknown norm

Tingly, cloyingly warm 


Your eye color faded

And the distance between

Understanding why I left you 

with no words 

So seemingly mean, 

but I mean 


…that wasn’t it

Protecting me 

Me protecting you

From too quickly 

turning to this new shade of blue

Or maybe red, 

Back then it was dangerous

to be in my bed


In this now, however 

That was supposed to be never 


Just as magnetic, instantaneous

Could barely hear the band entertain us


Everything went quiet

Internal riot

I knew this time you’d kiss me

I could again say no

Who the hell would though?


So now I’m back on my shit 

Duly aware I should split 


But you gave me this ring, 

It’s supposed to mean nothing 

Mother of pearl, Peruvian silver

A stone to bring peace 

A hard, but bendable metal  


I let my guard down. 

The kitten purr 

I’m not so tough. 


I know (or believe)

It’s meant to be.

But how can I love you 

When these surreptitious days 

I barely know me?


You mention home 

More idea than place

And I see myself in your beautiful face 


Cheekbones and nose 

A mirror of mine 

Eye shape and color

Razors my soul  


Suddenly I fear 

I will never love another 

Because the Angels 

Don’t wait for an invitation 


Knowing you’d be the end of my days

Or I yours 

Sends me into 

A frenetic haze 

A state of fear and ecstatic bliss 

And have I mentioned how insane it is 

when we kiss?


Old enough to be my…

Yet still my muse 

In this lifetime and every it seems 

It’s you I choose.


We came to it late, this time around 

Every aspect making us seem wild 

Deliriously unsound


Like the time I want for us together

Selfish, aggrandizing 


No lo entiendo, 

Pero

quizás 

Nadie lo entendería 


My cards lay it out: do more research.
So I ask again 
and the answers rearrange themselves,
shy and half-smiling,
like they know what I’ll forget.


The candle flickers 
is it you, or the wind,
or just the universe catching its breath?

Quizás no hay error,
solo reencuentro.

Maybe fate is just
the long way home.

If I turn the next card,
will it be your face,
or mine from another life 
or neither,
just a whisper of what might’ve been?


Either way,
I’ll listen.
To the silence between shuffles,
to the breath before we touch.

Because somewhere,
beyond this version of time,
we’re still deciding 


how it ends,
or if it ever should.

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