First Poem Of 2014/Mutual Struggles
When you’re going through
a season of drought, when laughter
is trapped between your ribs,
and can’t find a way out, I remind
you of your brilliance, and I tell you
to lose yourself for a while, reshuffle.
I remind you how to enjoy the full moon,
when magic works its hardest
and the world is transformed.
I remind you that I achieve accuracy
with everything I do when you’re around me.
Then, when you plant your lips, soft
as warm butter on my skin,
I embroider the widest smile.
When my thoughts absorb horror,
and I shed my destiny like old,
broken skin, you tell me the North
is visible, if I look hard and long enough,
out across the waves I’ll see it.
You clean my mind, the same ruin
every time. You clean until it’s my decision
to breathe again, and the day becomes
one we can leave behind.
The outcomes always justify the struggles,
and you always leave me high on adrenaline,
as if I’ve just downed the first water after sex.