In Between

These crooked streets,
may they wined and snake,
then turn you to me.
turn you into me.
if only...
ambivalent orchestrate.
behind the mask of age.
remembered, mocked,
tailgated, an stalked.
I watched myself dancing mischievously in your iris and knew..
a dislocated stance-
at a two a.m. casting call hurried..
comb out the relics-
television eyed-
the pelvic insist's-
the critics liquid and adjusted.

"I meet a girl with my fathers eyes and fell in love"

she's a brave mess.
practice calisthenics-
teetor-totter with ghosts-
...and just the right climate.
suggest blame curled round' a smile,
back braced', word sorting-
jumbled with the rest of the keyed up blistered sapiens...
and called out like a child.
I hope today keeps us.
you are-
tiered- leather bound.
dark haired flack abundant-
on top your tortured fore head, and frowned feet..
in between-
cuddle the curves of your chest plate-
hold your cheeks taut,
and found you at the bottom of debate..
a rousing, intoxicant slate.-
perfected, infected, an art-
hold me.
scatter the ashes-
then clink all the glasses.
consign to oblivion...
our tapestry frayed,
cloaked, like a curtain.
underneath and entwined-
forgotten and unheard of-
our fed an loved progressive burden.


Lauren Leigh Montano 2009