Misstep

We are two tin cans
Strung along a tenuous line
Reverberations creating tension
Until we pull tight
And relieve the miscommunication

Inside my head
This tinny sound is aching
Awaiting the renewed sound
Of your smooth voice
The thing that melts me

Awash with waves of uncertainty
I reel from the lack
Of your tight embrace
Willing a new taught string
To rise up in the old one's place

And once again,
We can speak out loud
And honestly

Not Mine Anymore

Everything now is just a tease
The way you walk
The scent that follows you
Stringing myself along
I'll end up with a fluttering heart
A stuttering that won't be relieved
That permanent blush,
Eluding me as the brass ring of love

And then you smile
Embrace my worries
I melt and all the burning with it
Watching for the calming effect
Awaiting me at every turn
I breathe

The Fog

Bouncing, drifting, wandering off
In my mind, in my naivete
Something catches itself
On a breath of fresh air
And the world starts to smell
Of dewy tension

It's this low hanging
Misty fog, a blanket of haze
Distorting my view
Resurrecting my imagination

Wispy white extending towards
The crisp dark blue of the ocean
A borderless horizon mocking my desire
For parallels and sharp shapes

I wait
For that cold, singular feeling
To fade away
As the fog creeps quickly,
Coveting my urban landscape
Allowing no room for anything
But submission