Fond of Fonts

 the ridges on my palms burrow into the cracks that trail along my skin and i am unburied dig deep enough and witness the wallowing of times passing on towards a rushing future calming wisps between flowing waters path mirror anew curve and pubescent curiosities. -palm reading jb.

 veins twist + turn interweaving between valves, chambers + every which way along the aorta and all I can imagine is a crack right down the middle. -heart lines jb.

Among all the chaos between day to day changes misgivings misfortunes-- it was you. Watching this woman read a suspense novel on the patio translucent fingers turning yellow pages eyes scanning down lines behind perched edge-nosed glasses her bliss-- her contentment. Then you . You crossed my mind when all I saw was her its all you did same small, influential, indescribable action of losing yourself among pages of a world that's better than this one-- and you did. You moved from independence and fluid motions to the most fragile state of eating inabilities and tense throat ventilation screenings. You escaped in all forms of the action-- from today's world, trauma, discrepancies, tortures. And I'll stay here with her . Gaze at her  wonder, to embrace her and you . -fragile state

  my city                  my temple                   my body                    my me drain water cascades down my back, over the crown of my head, to drip down in between the s p a c e s that separate my toes. I'm hollow-- senses given over to the rushing rivulets that seem to overcome my initial reaction to step                            away Save my city . . . only after a few more minutes of Me time. -city lost to the sea

 I wanna drink it all in, every single drop-- moment with you. Dance in the field of lilac and inhale the aroma of life's purest form of natural bliss. My purest form of natural bliss-- you. Consume them--these moments, these drops, these lilac bunches. Pure silk in a time of harsh formalities. -lilac wine