The Polaroid.

At best, you
were as perfect
as an obsolete
to puzzle.

As refined,
you were
untouchable,
able to design.

At your elusive,
you captured.
synthesized a moment,
for one flicker

The polaroid seized you mine.

grasp green.
crisp dew,
awaits you.
dusk,
only dreams
splattered hues.
trickle
to the beat.
faded sounds
like paper jeans,
disguise by night
into your,

interrupted fumes.

the wound.

gush gunshot,

gnaw residue.

linger the,

love stain letters.

the caligraphy,

the cunning capitals.

to

letters,

words,

sentences.

the zig-zag,

jab.

welting,

the felt.

collision cries,
calm your cool.
as empty pit
swallows ill,
pop bubbles
to fake well.
beautiful blue,
blossom like born
shift your shirt,
shake your spirits,
suddenly, so soon.

we wear
damages
like bandages,
evacuate empathy
on relativity.
though creativity
on energy pose
opposite effect
of negativity.

morning shatters,
my fists swell
as dawn aches.
the silence of everything,
slowly sifts
in this stale air.
truth in residue
as lipstick stains
the crystal glass.

tO concave into arms,

bracing familiar mysteries.
these roots of broken blood
written in cursive,
capital Love.
and wisdom waits
while time rusts,
pending moments
combust.

can you catch it, between the shots.
colors corrupt in highlighted hues.
and aesthetics press their lips to mine.
to find identity images become a-skew.
bruised to belong in a template of two by one.