pride in graveyard colors

I keep having these lion fantasies
of doing something you can't do--

like dancing?

Maybe with someone else?

Or something you can do, but somehow I do better

And having you witness it

Even then I still want to impress you

Just in a way where I hold the power, that's all.

Where I make you laugh,

or cry,

or think beyond surface

Where I'm a new planet you're seeing up close for the first time outside the shuttle window:

storms of color and air and water and elements you can't identify,

is there solid ground beneath? Can you land?

Listen,

you already know there's land, you've touched down before without meaning to.

You saw clouds coming and got back in, but it's been so long since you've been back.

That's what I want.

Storms to cover my terrain,

mystery to layer over me--

you know you know me,

but you've never seen me this way,

never seen me look like that,

move like that,

sound like that,

never knew I could do that

but my heart's on my sleeve always, right?

Maybe I should be deliberate with the parts of me I share with certain people,

but I'll be damned if I feel like I need to build me into an enigma

just to keep me magnetized with anyone.

god I think I'm ready for a distraction or two.