Intentions are waning

it’s not like the Sun sets

beside you

or the Moon shines on

your path alone.

while you’re

strutting through land marks

leaving blood as graffiti,

white cell letters,

clogged artery sentences,

circumnavigating the globe.

stepping stones

scraping bones

struggle to step

to the sky.

a giant among these

pebbles of people.

the mountains of rope

cutting off circulation

held by expectations.

your attentions,

affections,

intentions are waning,

the Moon is waxing

not shining

on your path.

Sun rising even

farther from you

and you rise next to me.

rising Star, setting sun

set it in stone, set it stoned

wispy smoke of your dreams

breathe in streams.

my world.

Your playground.

court me.