let me be
your storm
for a minute.

Thus he-
all sweaty and all marked by fights and time
-returns
another lily in his hand
that he now
stretches out
to me-

I see
the same deep
Everything
behind his eyes-

a spark-
a second

And a brilliant field
of purple lavender

Til then
it's time-

No worries.

Part the sky
and let your love fall out
in little stars.

Today it rains
Just like yesterday and
I can't hear the rainfall
Through the closed windows
But I'll gaze through them
and wonder what
the fog might feel like
as it ghosts through my fingertips.

your lips are bittersweet poison;
honey-lemon mixed with cyanide.