Your smile cracks
against my knuckles
like a pagan sun
newly exonerated.
Knees pinched, I wonder
what your words would feel like
gathered on my tongue.
If it were possible I would
fossilize every touch in amber
and create a menagerie
of moments that are uniquely us.
You assemble me in your arms.
Heart chopped off at the wrist.
You give of yourself willingly.
I wrap around you
like a length of rope
too tightly situated.
I never thought we’d meet
ironed into a dove grey sky
with the masses scattering
over the streets like fog.
Let them gawk and cringe.
There is only room enough
in this interval for the two of us.
The ground beneath us
gives way to aperture
and all that absence
rendered unbelievable
is palpable as a song.
We stand clustered
in an ocean formed
entirely of whispers.
I have spent my whole life
debating signs in search of tokens.
I have spent my whole life
taped into the creases
of inferior lovers, waiting
for my dreams
to rise to the surface.
There is something
almost holy about the way
you move across my mind.
A sultry crawl, a bolt of lightning,
a disembodied voice
splitting each ragged breath
strait down the center.
My nerves yield to parchment.
Scribed in fire each second
fills me like a heathen mist.
My soul shifts to the outside
and with your fingers deftly curled
you weave our roots into tapestry.
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