the film continues, some of the old cast,
new actors oblige, ideas on lack
of addictive ways. simple days without
receptors.

singing under breath, counting,
unpacking boxes, this is the lead.

hints are posted, and may you
believe them graciously. for

many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of
focus, we could not read the
other language.

the film continues….

peptides.

drips steady rhythm
ripples in spacetime

water and blood
mixed witnesses

a gushing
generosity.

golden thread
incorruptible
divine love

weaving
eternal life
my child.

sorry, no pets
no pets allowed
constantly,
no matter
how much higher
we go above asking price.

they tell us,
tenants have rights,
to formally beg
to keep a pet,
and landlords
must consider
each request.

bite me.

because ares
is apparently
dirtier than a child,
crayon on the walls,
smearing god knows what on tile,
sticking stuff up nose and ears,
to guarantee a hospital stay overnight.

please.

he drinks from human glass.
sleeps like a king.
catches butterflies
and runs at the sound
of a door opening.

he’s neater than i am.
neater than you.
what’s your excuse
for the issues reported,
but never followed through?

there was no fanfare,
no procession, no proclamation,
as i hit the button, no exclaimation
as i changed my life. as if no one
noticed, and if i am right, they
probably didn’t.

didn’t see as i drove the valley,
didn’t protest, or speak in tongues,
did not see the little things.

we bought winter food.

i don’t want us
to be anything.
but sometimes i wonder
if i crossed your mind
the way you drift through mine.

why else would you give me
your plushie crocodile —
just in case
i miss you
while you’re away?

we’ve been spending
so much time together.
you keep finding ways
back into my head.

we’re not going to be a thing.
you told me.
i told you.
we shouldn’t work.

but baby —
we do.

updated mind
more heart

tender love
infused

unending generosity
- crazy love

we went through
three bottles of wine,
spent the evening
in the embrace of
soft conversations
on table thirteen.
it was four o’clock.
sun nowhere near.

you moved closer,
leaned in,
and i froze.
i couldn’t breathe.

i had no idea
what you were doing.

i was locked in your eyes
until you broke the moment,
laughing —
you’re so easy to ******.
i felt something in me split.

you’re not stupid.
i know you knew
that my heart
this year has been
only beating for you.

until you lifted me up
as our lips brushed,
for the first time in months —
and the night blurred
in the back of a car,
all glass and gold streetlight.

the heat of your laptop
on my thigh,
netflix playing rick and morty —
at first, we watched,
then it faded into background.

i fell asleep
in your clothes,
your scent
settled into my skin
as you held me close.

almost everyone had left
by the time the clock
struck midnight.

you kissed me
at the top of the stairs,
then, after getting more wine,
announced to the room,
i’m staying here,
by the way.

my housemate
offered you blankets —
bless him,
so unaware.

you said
you’d take over my bed,
and i could sleep
wherever i wanted.

that was the night
i realised
i was madly in love.
i knew it may hurt,
but i couldn’t refuse
signing up.