When the
moon hugs your
skin tonight

a little part of
me will ache
for you

loving you
is a little
like bleeding

even the sun
can’t seep into
my pores like
you do
—
burning me
from within

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

I have smoked
the bud
that was in
the stash box

and which
you were probably
saving
for after work

Forgive me
it was dank as hell
so dank
I'm faded

love is an illusion
it’s just oxytocin;
a chemical in the brain
it’s not real
but the
magnocellular neurosecretory cells
must be very good
at making it
and the posterior lobe
must be very good
at releasing it
into my blood
because it feels
pretty **** real
to me

and i just wonder
what itd be like
if we went for coffee at 2am
on a rainy, tuesday morning


would you tell me about your day
your thoughts
your feelings
or would we sit
in blissful silence
until the sun started to rise


and when our last sip was gone
would we part ways
and leave the other wondering
"is that love"