WhatWeTalk whenWeTalk traVeling

between Myanmar & Perth,
the indian ocean in a blurred, blue blanket
& there’s something in my eyes
that swims– dropsOnDriftsOnCrests,

he leans casually against my desk
“she’s doing well, spent a few days
on the beach, traveling again now,
mobile doesn’t work but—“

we talk about risks, leaving comfort space
how difficult it gets once we’ve settled in,
i chew the soft end of my pen,
wanna suck up all the salty space on
google maps with chapped lips, back-
packed stories, sweat-soaked,
re-told, snow spills

in my business shoes, i walk
lunch break silent, swinging wing-less above
trees, the forest’s damp breath on me, through the
traffic jam back home, i say, still in my coat,

“i booked a flight to Berlin —had to”
“you’RE two weeks home already, eh—?“

i start unbuttoning his shirt,
close to his ear, ask “ya remember Madagascar?
Gia Jaguar–? really, wanna be like her
on that trapeze, without thinking, following, i—
ve much to learn,
un-zip my coat, close the blinds “plEAse,

WILL you—

take me some/Where? IDon’t care—“
close my eyes, gonna play
blind passenger, with a bold smile, juMp
right after you, loop in the air & scream,
catch the corners of the high wire with my teeth
& will not buckle up //i swear//

when we take off—

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Gay has prepared a wonderful poetry craft article today at dVerse & encourages us to embed as many of the poetic tools  like rhythm, rhyme, alliteration, assonance, consonance, diction, denotation, connotation, hyperbole etc. etc into our verse…go and give it a try..doors open at 3pm EST…oh…and i’m referring to the movie Madagascar 3 in my poem…very cool film…