Poems lost in plays Pt 1

I’ve been thinking a lot about how many of my plays have poems in them. A lot of those plays haven’t been produced so I want to slowly start to pull them out of the plays and share them a different way. Both of these are in a play of mine called Baby, Bye.

Us, Then

I like to imagine us

outside

in the pouring rain

shivering while we try to explain to each other

why this was doomed from the first day

from the moment I saw you flash across my screen

held my breath

and tried not to make it obvious

you had me then

in a split second

and I hated myself for it

because the last time I gave myself away so suddenly…

You know how it went

we watch history repeat itself

My bad habits rewinding the clock

reminding myself of what always happens

when I let my dreams run the infrastructure

I’m pretending not to see

the explosions I can’t quite end

Times like these make me think of how often I almost said

–Should I have said it—

That maybe you and I could…

Irrelevant.

No point in letting my brain wander of course.

At this point, it’s clear I cannot say goodbye

But I can shut the system down

Flip the switch

Cut the cord

Whatever cliché works best

As I let my imagination go dark

(No, not yet) 

Until then

We’re watching bad movies on some couch that belongs to neither of us

before the impending wave of destruction drowns us in it

Thinking of You 

When I think of you, I think of breathing

I think of inhaling in some sort of elixir 

I can’t quite name

a healing seduction

I feel  throughout me

touching my bones as you slip in and out of my pores

I breathe you in and find peace in between

the pieces

of what they’ve shattered

When I think of you, I think of dancing

of the music vibrating against my skin, daring me to move

the sway of my hips giving away what my face 

can’t

my heart

trying to beat to your cadence

your melody repeating in my head regardless of the song

as I try to two-step away from the collateral expectation of falling again so fast

When I think of you, I think of speeding

foot on the pedal, barely exhaling, waiting, dreaming,

eyes closed going backwards on PCH and flying

And crashing.