i feel like you stripped me bare,
gathered the rough edges and threw away the soft ones.
at some point,
the sharp points dull and then we can say we won't
have weapons to use upon each other.


i like-like you
and i hope you feel it, too.
we still have energy in our
lousy, late night bones
so lets do something about this,
get caught in a fire
and let it burn to our
temporal lobes.
i want to taste the
aftermath of how you once
thought too much
and read too little,
but i know we can only
ease into it.

let's take it slow.