you froze in fear
as i came at you with a knife in hand
to cut off the hand of the one behind you
about to twist the knife into your back

i just want to be touched
so wholeheartedly
that my skin could never forget about you
even if i have

we are supposed
to find that one thing
that fits us
like the right key
in a rusty lock
to open the door
of such inspiration
even light

they are supposed to leave
then they will leave
and they will carelessly
toss that key in a big ocean

and we are supposed to
continue to live on
without each other
with a doorknob that squeaks
every time a curious someone
puts their hand on it
in attempt to turn
this door on our chest

only
they find nothing

i shot an arrow into the sun
i don't know why i did
curiosity, i guess you can call it

but shortly
honey began to drip from the sky
and turned the sea golden

you almost wanted
the blonde waves to swallow you

imagine all of us--
together,
hair twisted with each other

like a fly preserved
in hardened amber--
a memory