souls hidden in flesh and bone
enclosed in the containment
of physiological being

a galaxy

eclipsed by the shadows
of biology and cells

an entire universe

with the way our hands tingle
and the way your words
feel against mine

our souls
hidden in flesh and bone
trying to reach out
trying to create
an infinity

I remember my last love letter to you and how I apologized for being more ocean than girl, more suffocating than soft. I remember promising my reflection that I'd stop my heart from overflowing and I'd try to loosen my grip on you. I remember waking up the next morning and finding my heart on the front porch - beating and bleeding. Nothing too sentimental attached - just a plain old 'sorry' as if you had only bumped me by accident or forgotten to reply to a text. I remember trying to shove it back through your mailbox and your shaking head standing at the window. I remember waking up to everything smeared and hazy for two weeks straight I never knew morning from afternoon.  faded rose that used to be bright scarlet. I remember being pink for a while. It took me months to wash your stains from my walls but soon I was stark and white. Naked and empty. But at least you were gone. I remember swearing to never look at red again. Let alone touch it. But it's knocking at my door every morning and banging on the windows all night long. I try to ignore her singing but sometimes I crouch at the keyhole and hum along. Sometimes I stand clutching the key in my prettiest dress.

Last night I grew too curious. Opened the door just a crack. I saw love crimson and crying in my garden corner surrounded by empty bottles and cigarette buds.

I saw you drunk and tired

We gave up at the same time

i want to bury myself in your beautiful and let you take me away into a spiral of drunken giddiness where your words become my addiction. i want to wrap myself in your soulful air and breathe in the arms that you wrap around me. i need u s to become us and for us, to become that one word that makes you smile in the beautiful way you do.

you once told me, my smile was the prettiest thing that you'd seen in a long while. but darling, maybe you don't understand how the times i really smile are the times when you do too; when you look at me in a way that only i know. in a way that makes me believe it's real. and we are; we are real, and it's beautiful

drooping eyes
and a fuzzy mind

little mud footprints
neath the hills
of my eyes

under eyes have
become littered
as the ground
of a forest

the impressions
of racoon feet
layering soft skin

the constant state
of racoon eyes

you came from stars that speak beautiful thoughts of how the moon shines. their tales a string of songs that only you know how to sing, because you're the only one who's ever seen the stars up so close. you're the only one they could find, the only one so beautiful, so worthy of sharing their space. you, my love, came from beautiful places. places that shine gold and silver. and, dearest, the next time my mouth spills words of "where did i find you from" answer me with this, answer me with the beautiful thoughts that float in your mind. answer me with you.

and when his words
become cinder blocks
implanted into myself

his being
becomes a vine
wrapping itself around me
keeping me,
so I don't leave

and when he bit into me
injecting me with his own
wondrous venom
that courses through my veins
that brings me back to life
that makes me feel things
that I hadn't known of
before

and when his words
become the only thing I can think about
that's when I know
this time,
it's real