i wait for you, soul of my soul
amidst a proliferation
a whole aisle of wrinkled skin and
sweetness within
i don’t yet know that you will come
in that moment i am alive
full to the brim with thirst
mulberries picked
recklessly stained flesh, faded petal-whorls
crushed fingertips and manuscripts,
words cupped, held, kissed
a promise writ in lapis
*
broken silence
breath snatching the throat
both buried and running
i see no reason
you, slicked shirt
shins gleaming, too proud to open
the same jagged refrain
suggestions inked in darkness
twoness hangs like damocles
suspended, cutting
we snip at each other
trimming edges
the tape spools, scree falls
a rope of kelp
wrapped and tangled
inseparable and alone
*
later on,
a coffee shop
we sit at a window
watching the light
down the road
sipping each last
milky drop
i feel your voice
against my skin
and fear my heart might stop.
*
i tell you softly
the truest truth.
oh, my heart
my heart.