I’ve been collecting you
gathering up all your inkbled trinkets
as if they were mine to collect
as if you were whispering to me again
the secrets of your blue-green skies
like electric pillowtalk
my soul slips like broken
sand shards
back
into you
into hazy eyed illuminations
heartbeats rhythming through
our pressed palms
and you almost feel real
until my eyes unsquint
until all your splayed treasure
has been treasured and
I am love-lost all over
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
I’ve been collecting you
gathering up all your inkbled trinkets
as if they were mine to collect
as if you were whispering to me again
the secrets of your blue-green skies
like electric pillowtalk
my soul slips like broken
sand shards
back
into you
into hazy eyed illuminations
heartbeats rhythming through
our pressed palms
and you almost feel real
until my eyes unsquint
until all your splayed treasure
has been treasured and
I am love-lost all over
