Bokeh

Marry go ‘round and ‘round

-‘til the bottom rusts out

and we hit the ground

running-from past or present?

Your presence surrounding

with peace when the dew hits

paranoia when the sun starts clouding

down; it’s no secret

never been the one to lie to you

just to lie with you.

No amount of truths could prove it true

life- not just tiny fragmentations

my reality sits with your hands

captured in fantasy

of these fractured demands

if we can live without them.