[random]

Binary

Sometimes, I press
words
like grapes,
and ferment;
speak a bit too
anxiously,
laugh a bit too
nervously
smile a tautly defined
line of defense
against the sky,
as if to say,
"all clear,
nothing to worry about
here"
because I’m used
to the blithe
indifference
of the Sun
and at times
burned
chasing its
warmth;
forgive me, love
when i forget
to breathe,
if my sentences
are overripe,
and grant me your
stillness
as i do
when you fall
tired and worn
into our silences,
where the comfort
of our language
is heard,
and where i
must remember
to be at
peace.