Being Thankful For Moments
Sept 30, 2024
Legal Tender
After my jagged words have torn the silence, your accidental “I love you” spills across the bed’s dark canvas, like bleeding ink.
I am awake, and yet, I wake again
to the scent of smoke,
a waft of burned emotions,
your laughter like wildfire raising fertility,
minting our currency and multiplying our infinite intimacy.
Our love is the new legal tender.
Across your warm blankets, I think of normalcy,
a velvet noose, a seductress peddling wares,
her sounds are empty whispers to the faithful wearing blinders—
a myth,
a fiction designed to constrain and bridle our entwined math,
our harmonic fields,
the symphony of chaos that sustains us.
It is the allure of all that I embody,
and the allure of all that you embody,
defying the confines of expectation.
This currency is the only exchange by which I choose to navigate the thrum of discord.
the tumult of existence— a dance on the edge of sanity,
a twirl, a stumble,
embracing what’s called madness while we stain our freedom,
word by word,
into the midnight linen that holds us,
a fabric woven from the threads
of our own darknesses,
a map of our own making,
a palimpsest of our desires,
a currency of light through the darkness of this lifetime.