The soft hands
Fingered. Snorted. Kissed.
The mouldy bread on the floor of her car
And let me know when you are back.
I wanted to go outside but
You should’ve come.
Put it in the other room so I can’t see
“I think it should be there”
I know and I don’t.
Just a dress rehearsal
With his voice - not the body.
Just another rehearsal with him
The Math of Time.
It’s a blue-ish, purple-ish thing.
I hate today
And I don’t.
The quiet teeth
Your thigh-high pretend
And make up okay
Rooms and cars
Driveways and homes
Highways and phones
"You've never gone this fast"
You and your undressed sigh.
Goodbyes are said while the windows are down
Wind your helmets down
And don't feel bad -
I gave them to you for You
"I'm not coming to you for brakes"
Speed is safe -
When it's sharp and wet.
Your bare feet trust
We have only ever been going in circles.
"Why are you here then?"
I can't sleep.
The cat flap.
The taste of tongue.
“I want you to see me drunk”
Her favourite colour was yellow.
You sound like rain.
I can tell when you are looking at me.
The bird mouth.
Advertise me: I pretend to pretend.
I don't dream.
On a scale of 0 to now -
“Where are you?”
I'll hold you.
The sound of rain does not feel cold.
A fire extinguisher under water.
Probably, nobody does.
“I hope so”
No, you're not.
Blankets and he is asleep.
I forgot what you wanted me to know.
Where they hide the grizzly bears.
As close as I can get.
I would understand you better.
I know, I wouldn't be here if I liked it
My head on a bony shoulder
All joints and points and edges,
I'm only half interested in the way this feels
The mind is even fresher, I can smell what you're thinking
It smells like meat
Like boy, like fire, like chimney, like dirty music, censorship, like man.
Still, as I look up at you
I can only taste the trampoline my heart bounces on
Babe, what is flying when you are a child?
They tell me falling is even worse.
These days, I wear my running shoes when I stand in love
Did you know that, bony shoulder boy?
I suppose you'd never ask.
Too busy paving highways in your mind, silly boy
I've made my way through gravel, still embedded in each hand - see?
A brain with pathways and sidewalks is too glamorous for me
See your arms gloved in tar
See the sweat of knowledge piling pillars
Who can touch you without something sticking?
Tongue to the trampoline type friction
Who can understand you, boy? Highways crossing over like veins
You are all the trains I'm running late for.
I wish I could ask you where you would go
if I was going there with you.
You've made it clear you love travelers
And I've made it clear I love bony shoulders and boys in flames
We are neither of all these things.
Like we are of water but not of rain
I've got my running shoes on, and you've got your mechanics outstretched.
Look down at me again, like you did when I asked you if this was okay.