He Told Me to Run

They say I should find someone
who runs hard and fast to Him
fast as I can
but I'm not a good runner
I'm weak and injured
and so when I saw you
with all of your bruises and
scars, sitting on the side
of the road
I sat down
like my brother said I would
and I cradled your heart
in my hands
But today I realized,
I gotta run
I can't wait here forever
while I am called to come forth,
don't you hear it?
no you don't
don't you feel it?
no you don't
the Lifegiver passes by
and heals our wounds, yet your eyes
watch Him forlornly
I think you might get running one day
but for now I have to run alone
He didn't tell me to wait for you
no matter how beautiful
your heart
your eyes
you don't understand.
He told me to run to Him
and I'll obey.


-A.K.-

Forest Fires

The air is thick
With the heavy whirring of people
Yet they sound so far away, like the night
We danced under the glow of party lights

The sun casts a warm haze
Unnatural, as if the day were ending
Blazing hot on all of our faces, our skin is stained
With orange dust and red flush

I can barely smell the hint
Of trees burning in the distance, but
I can feel our hearts going up in flames as I
Sit in the cool shade of a new tree.


-A.K.-

Melancholy Breath

These overcast mornings

Wrap their acidic arms around me

In burning fumes of industry 

Last night's cigarettes permeate

My hair, I drift quietly through

The stifling air, warm to the touch

How do all the little green things

And new spirits survive here? 

Perhaps they learn to breathe in this world
This shred of dirty existence,

This perfume-bleached, humid stillness

This solitude we have lined with

Screaming horns and crying children

Voices layering together
Close enough I can taste the wet and hot
Excess from the depths of your chest. 

-A.K.-

Coffee

The sacred moment of your gaze
Before the light of dawn softens
Your pupil's depth, soaked in
Whiskey shots last night
At a loud bar on the corner,
Your lips slip into a smile
And I have become a mirror
Of these tender expressions,
Stretch your delicate form,
Graceful night fairy, grant me
This foggy morning wonder---
Steaming coffee I made
Cradled by cold hands.

-A.K.-