Alluring Apricot #3

God favored licorice
And watermelon snow cones
So he ate all of it
And left the ice storms
For us to follow
The led of melted stickiness
Like kids whose fingers
Still revel in the
Memories of something sweet
In anticipation of something bigger.

I had only the leftovers of
Nostalgia to keep me fat
Of more lasting kisses to be had
More hurt to be shown
More ice cream to melt
Out of my hands
That stayed as a recollection
Of
That one time
When we
Looked for gold compasses in backyards
And wouldnt go outside
Without our superman t-shirt on
Because wed never stop trying to fly

Our bruises wouldnt keep us from defying gravity.

Of wanting to know things that
Those people
The Adults never understand
So we made up languages
And laughed with the god contained in us
As we kept asking
Why there is never enough ice cram in the
World to keep us satisfied

Wed be like sailors
Like Pip and Billy Bud
Wed sail out to wonderland

We had our butterflies in our
Stomachs to keep us floating on
Gradually coming in to eat
And looking down the stares of those people
You know
the Adults
That could never understand our logic
And the stories wed tell

How we made mud pies so good that it made
The most beautiful flowers youd ever seen
How we had secret recipes for making boxcars
That flew

No really
I swear it did

How I got lost and ran into other dimension

On Cortez street
And brought oranges
As proof
And ran along side
Stranger who ran at my same pace.

I miss running
Like how we use to
So fast and hungrily
That we were afraid wed miss our chance

Of knowing something.

But THEY got to us
Made us question ourselves
So much so
That we lost our butterflies

And soon

We
Forgot our
Secret recipes
For making things

And then
Our language
Became lost
And we forgot how
To speak


But I somehow remember
The ice cream storms
And talking to god
When flying off ledges
And having our bruises as proof
Of what weve seen

I can still remember
How it felt to have butterflies.