"We fit together... like puzzle pieces!"
and so we did; I a piece of brooding sky
and you the sunlit meadow, meeting at the
kiss of the horizon.
Somehow we fit - no matter if we
were standing, laying, dancing,
fucking, kissing... we just
fit together. It just worked
out that way.
Once complete, however, a puzzle
is broken apart and stored away...
Now I'm lost, searching for
the ground that meets my sky,
connecting me to the larger picture
in a sea of misaligned and ill fitting
pieces.
No, really.
Poems that Suck 