dream of boys and sycamore trees
you are every tree broken window pane shooting star crash landing like UFO sighting you are scars and tears in bed sheets like mutilated painting
melodramatic alchemical reactions friction between legs and the toes
heart chakras bending inbetween our spinal bones coffee drips from our lips decaf because we are sleeping and dreaming in each other's holy water tears and the little house of fire we built under the full moon after you failed out of architecture school we were children forgetting how to swim because we test drove people thinking that was love

Now you're seeing foxes and I'm seeing
roadkill calling this spiritual
Sensual exploring of the record and we are the players scratching each other on repeat trying to find meaning in life, in heavy breathing ourselves inside out
not looking in mirrors because we finally see ourselves

You are dancing cubes I dance like the moon gave birth to the Sun
binary staring at each other till we collide and and it scares us because because you are the One
Zero divided by infinty you Fibonacci sequence connecting the patterns of human and ***
we are so microchip trying to logic our way how to love system overload not failure

Sirius A Sirius B
You Orion me in crecent pulsars of ******* like backwards slow motion of looking through a telescope and fighting orbit disorientation of the world spinning us together like the cermaics class you took in college like lost love remembering itself

We smoke each other's cigarettes
Hoping to protect the other's lungs and wearing sunscreen trying to protect our sensitive skin as we melt like candles at each other's touch
This is a love story born on the ripples of skipping stones as we skipped all other lifetimes to fall into lips laced with kindness
The kind that hurts

I push your back against a tree as river heartbeat races below with cold hands and white sycamore staring across like white buffalo we are reborn as the chipmunk chirps, false bird

As the sun lingers like words we have yet to say like tiny convict not daring to escape the teeth cell of our own body because mind says no like bad dog
No early Christmas gift unwrapping each other with the lingering words in the shallow doorway of our our mouths
We are just becoming bilingual
Soon to be fluent in each other and know each freckle constellation and cell plastered on the graph of your skin your scars
are cracks in the wall that let me see into the rooms of you
and i trace the x,y, &z; axis of your body it blooms into muscle memory  
One midnight I'll meet your soul
I hope the stars are sleeping so that's all I'll see and I'll go blind in the light that permeates your eyes
But I'll read those freckle Constellations of your body like braille
Blind but happy