We topple over each other
with words of feigned innocence
and hearty imagination because all
good girls and bad boys do is fake
and try to fix it, anything
for a little comfort.
I don’t care if we ****
or fight with clenched fists
and red faces, just tell me
you’re sorry for making me cry. Stay
and speak to me in rhymes
from rumors on your tongue.
Pluck the chords of my spine,
play softly. I want all of your
gravity. Hold the bow broken
between your thumb and fore-
finger, let's make an album of our
entangled oxygen. Arched and un-
touched, feel my lifted stillness.
I want to love you but there's no
time and this feels much better
for now.