1am outside the world kept its appointments but inside we forgot there was a world at all 2am just five mouths learning they could be anyone and we passed each other around like a single cigarette burning and shared and the end always wet with someone else's wanting and 3am your mouth on mine lasted longest not because we meant it but because the body knows and you’re the one who will stand beside me again in the soft light 4am we kissed like we were practicing for a wound also mouthing your neck reciting scripture and the sounds we made belonged to the air 5am between us and sometime around four I thought this is absurd five people swapping spit with noses full like 6am philosophy then my hand on someones back and the overstimulation felt like a kind of prayer 7am and we talked about love like people who have only ever drowned in it and the ******* union and 8am the self a shirt we kept taking off and handing to whoever was coldest and the night stretched and 9am morning came like someone turning the lights on mid song and it was
10:30am.
The door opened like a broken rib.
I walked out blinking,
five people
who had briefly been one.
The room is still there,
a lung holding the ghost of our names.
Still full of mouths that won’t stop
opening into ecstasy.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC
1am outside the world kept its appointments but inside we forgot there was a world at all 2am just five mouths learning they could be anyone and we passed each other around like a single cigarette burning and shared and the end always wet with someone else's wanting and 3am your mouth on mine lasted longest not because we meant it but because the body knows and you’re the one who will stand beside me again in the soft light 4am we kissed like we were practicing for a wound also mouthing your neck reciting scripture and the sounds we made belonged to the air 5am between us and sometime around four I thought this is absurd five people swapping spit with noses full like 6am philosophy then my hand on someones back and the overstimulation felt like a kind of prayer 7am and we talked about love like people who have only ever drowned in it and the ******* union and 8am the self a shirt we kept taking off and handing to whoever was coldest and the night stretched and 9am morning came like someone turning the lights on mid song and it was
10:30am.
The door opened like a broken rib.
I walked out blinking,
five people
who had briefly been one.
The room is still there,
a lung holding the ghost of our names.
Still full of mouths that won’t stop
opening into ecstasy.
