We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.

flatten your tongue
slip it between your teeth

n.

your little lips
forming an elipsis

o.

put them together
and may you declare
a word you’d so carefully deny—
no.

you spell it out
on table tops
shout it
from the rooftops

and when cursed hands
seek to defile your shrine
may you exclaim
"i am mine"

No matter what they tell you
Some speak of infinite wealth
Some speak of unbridled lust
But all anyone really wants
Is to be loved the way
They deserve to be loved
Anything else is a fabrication;
A shabby defense
A facade of decadence
Construed to mask their
Most intimate of desires
And if you give it to them
They will respond in kind
With a love you may not be ready
Or willing to accept
Pray that you are ready
Because if you are not
It will absolutely
Destroy you

and then there was you
who, without knowing
just knew