moving

moments of discontentment
seize me
blackening, sky blue skies

clenched fists
ir-retractable goose bumps
momentarily trying to claw my way out
of my own skin

but like the shock of a lovers hand
chilled with the depth of winter
with time
i warm to reality

causal neck roll
sensuous smiles playing at my lips
acceptance of situations
acknowledging movement, taking its time

ready again
to chart past experiences
in ink
new tat, to explain or remind
of old adventures

what i tend to forget
from time to time
is that moving forwards
never alleviates
the past
and i can never seem, ...to get were im lookin fast enough
i forget to appreciate ... now
because i hate what its taken me to get here.