Tuesday Poetry Slam Off!

if you’ll sew the pocket, i have the hand
summer can sun, skin can go tan
slipping inside, buttons and thread
denim can cover what body language says
mustangs and bike rides and all in the past
i miss the parts of life that can’t last
but what is a watch without a wrist
what good are lips, without fingers to kiss?
yellowed and smoke, happy and then
some of whatever you want to pretend
makes up the points from this into that
i’ll turn the wheel if you’ll read the map.

and she said “We have to hold onto right now while it’s here”
we might not feel the same way in a year

i’ll make the breakfast
if you make the bed
or we could go hungry and stay dreaming instead

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