Kenopsia off the shore

Past times pressed against vinyl like honey crisp

surrendering to our will to capture everything

Like my youth, still leather-bound

borne by the pages filled by yester words

Was it because I never wanted to grow up?

Or because us humans like trapping things in cages?

Claws, wings, pendulums and age.

Carried by the breeze of bygones

letting go of balloons inflated with laughs past our sour songs

stooping under blankets counting shares in vain

Waking up to the fragile smell of sweet potatoes out of kiln

Licking through a jawbreaker in the middle of December Winter

piling sugar on candied mango for our summer noons

cozying up to the fuzzy bear with a bowl of sundry soup

to heat up our throat and laugh with our hearts.

Evening petrichor, our leeway

to run berserk on the freeway

Catching air, laughing through inhales

only to run miles away racing seagulls.

Bevvy in veins

balancing berries on sugar cane

Cooling off the cosmopolitan sun

hitting through the calmness of the infernal fun

sonically sober 

Chevy blue on summer days

licking ice cream dripping past my smile

The July sun drips down melanin to embrace me

in the subtropical scene

Sipping martinis with mini umbrellas to call in the groove

Sand under my feet and sandals off zoom

swimming past the buoy warning us not to.

I lived through and captured my muse

To look back at and remember what I couldn't.

So, It felt scary how relieved I was pausing in the past.

Standing on the silky shore is not an option anymore.

Either the afternoon sun will crisp up my ambitions

or the disturbed waters will drag the ground beneath.

So I carry my memories in the faze of my face

Until death do us apart.