Fingers—
laced in glow spill, dusk-slick.
tiny suns,
trembling—bodies of light,
trapped.

pulse-thrum,
hush-black air—
soft hymns flickering,
pleas pressed to glass,
breath-fogged, burning.

whispered tomorrow—
honey-thick, guilt-laden,
beauty begged to be held.

dawn—
bled dry.
cold palms, hollowed vessel,
absence like ruin.

I lied to the glass.
worse—
I stole their dying light.

& now—
I bear their afterglow
like a wound that refuses to dim.

Did not swim
Did not run
Didn’t dance
Had no fun.
Never knew
My father
Neither my mum,
Nor experience
The rays of the sun.
Did not know love
Did not know like
Didn’t even get
to ride a bike,
I wasn’t for this
Revolving earth
I was a new born
Died at birth.

I awoke this morning, love drunk
pulled like taffy from a dream where we were submerged
in union
your face is fresh in my mind
my body saturated with divine grace
I am grateful for me, for you, for existence

I wish I could spend the day in this altered state
with you
but the euphoria settles
the blood circulates reality back through my veins

I arise, a separate being
engaging the illusion of time and space once more
yep, I’m off to work