I hate everything, Forever.

        (Everything, dear, includes you)

I want none of it, never.

Give me a room without files

and a page without numbers.

Maybe the computer screen’s

glow wouldn’t be so harsh,

in the morning haze.

Don't be afraid
It's only love
& this is only a guideline

& this is only me placing my emotional worth on the line
I mean, no big deal, right?

What does it say about someone who places such high value
on short term happiness?

That's dangerous
& it's a danger, to us

I remember speeding through those traffic lights
Pulling those same stunts
So familiar
& warm
& fun

& dangerous
This is a danger, to us.

I wish I could stay sober but you are an open bottle
and my lips crave your skin.

I could trace patterns in your skin,
erase it like sand and start drawing again.
My hands would never get tired,
they would chase the sun and moon away.
Caressing you to sleep is a productive use of time,
muscle-memory repeating the designs of infatuation.
Lulling you into dreams with my fingers,
then waking you when the light creeps up the sheets.
Fingertips replaced with lips,
space between bodies closing,
skin is so addictive, especially yours.

My Bones are the salt
Melting away the snow on-
-this slippery road.

I seem to recall the timid response
I inflicted upon our social value
When I would hazard eye contact
With you
In the food aisle.

It was that smile
& it was lodged in my throat
I couldn't brave a manly voice

Struck stupid, & young
Love struck, & dumb

Thus, it was a wild stroke of luck
That we are laying in bed
Tucked in
& Naked