I am trying to hold my heart,
let it cling to my chest
like an unsettled infant
aching

but I just wring it to death. it can nestle here
in my palms
where your *** has stayed in the pores
and when I think of you

I blush and sweat and it grows mold.
is that what we meant
when we promised each other
eternity

or will we
be able to exchange
organs again
                                    (soon)