tick tock
his lips graze
church bells
in time to his
shiny new stereo,
in better shape
than his eyebrows
he raises
like a puzzle
we fit
helplessly together
iI know nothing
of peace but
the
tick tock
of his
heavy breath
on my scripture
he keeps locked
up tight
in a mason jar
with all his
closest friends
for prayer circle
friday nights

my body is an anchor
you can tug at my spine
but I'll still be drowning
my body is an anchor
it weighs me down in your ocean
I want to drown in your body of water
my body is an anchor
it stays docked at your fingertips
I want to drown
I want to drown

still beating in
the palm of
my evergreen
tendons,
your branches
rooted deep as my
feet could wander through
the forests of
your cold
shoulder.