throw up some poetry

overhead and athwart the sky
flies the olive atmosphere dripping in oil
the night is good enough
your glossy cheeks were lost
found so proudly now by two lustrous spots of light
sound waves my dear
spinning sound waves with you
making our daily rounds
pushing time back in line
and don’t forget life!
inching forward we snag on each other
toward surprise
into chance fate or planned accidents
my friendly foe
there i bend in your light
i stretch my arms and bask
in your energy that so wonderfully surrounds me
how blessed i am
god would share you
how cursed i am
to throw away part of my own self
my own soul
an unwanted horcrux
half of my face
is out of place on the dirty
bathroom floor