this ward is depressing
it suffocates me

familiar patients shuffling
but I keep to myself, mostly

this whole town is a dive
splayed out aside aquamarine
that I drive down **** near
every. single. morning.

maybe I just need
to be closer to the waves

they wash me best
in flecked inky blackness

like the first time
I made love

to the stars

to be corona flares

just
see me

that makes
me glow

and your reflection
visible

on the darkest of nights

in moments

where now transcends
inner *******

and we tremble
with life

the moon
rises me

I'm more home

locking eyes
with you

than anywhere
on Earth

to bring your everything
into this charred coal vortex
whirring as we walk through

don't leave behind
one sliver of a shard oxidized
rusted wretches inclusive

bring it all
and toss it in

we'll corset fingers
as our debris mingles
cylindrically

we can't shake
these shambles

but we can
sling it into orbit
rearranging, alleviating
the weight

holding is so heavy

especially
the shame

if high contrast
juxtaposed

equals equilibrium seesawed

like our yin and yang
69 the ****

into each other

balancing
complementary

perhaps not
but finding out

would be an awfully
big adventure

the dangling thread
from the bottom of your
ugly Christmas sweater
strip the maypole

until it
and we

sink in unraveled softness

one endless line
shedding itself

into brilliant new
floor decor