gary bower knows best

arms and limbs tangled in wrists and knees
shape past perfection as a portrait shaped by elements all combine to form a picture
like the illusory semblance of a phantasmagoria
or
the mere creation of a distempered brain...

yet feelings never prevalent so much as when
embalmed in your fingertips and calculatedly configured legs...

and while these eases of the past
comforting and safe chemical equations...
shape the grounds of skyscrapers
your vibrantly vicious sunsets of rooftop worlds...set apart
hearts finally at ease but never
easily forgotten skies seemed blood orange until
your appendages painted my mindful cosmos trouble-hearted red and never pink

lovers entrapped into geometric forms
form simple equations i am yet to fully work through...
rain clouds burrow and set camp above my stars
as our clouds separate to disperse
once loved liked friends become always never forgotten memories

i seem to fade into you as water fades to grey
after too much black paint pollution...
but
one-sided feeling
only reflects onto
one-walled emotion
so i hold this choke in my throat
slowly sinking to the bottom of this with eyes and hearts wide shut...
what could have and will never again be

regardless of miscalculations and unequivocal conclusions
i have to feel blessed to study and interpret
outcomes unlike plausible outcomes proved
right answers aren't the only answers
they simply and accutely form accepted right ninety-degree ankles

i like our x and y's
so gracefully they created an equation unlike any other
and seemingly enough will never be executed
no matter how much the
past meets present
mathematicians effect or disprove our theories

so thank you.
and sweet dreams
to this
present
that makes me anxious to meet you in the
future
and for the moment...
keeps my shaky wrists
colorlessly at ease