rifts

A rift, unintended
    a change of heart
Changes blended
    and stripped apart


    How does it happen?
        this burning concoction
    The airs between blacken
        Breathing soft toxin


Whose smoken memories have I
    swapped or stolen - and
Must you get so dressed up for this?
        unexplainable rift
Beaches between us, mirrors along the way
    wedding cake connection
This does not mean anything, here or anywhere
        my twine is frayed
And continually fraying - impossible rifts and summertime bliss
    coexist where devils dance
And angels blues. Put your little hand up, fingers apart, feel them both
        weaving each - rifts and bliss
Making each other plural, once again. Here: it's better to hold on through this.