I am a revolutionary

And you are a revolution

We collide because we must
We cannot help our own velocity

I taste emergency on your breath
You taste smoke on mine
We both know the kind of ache that plagues the other

We also know that there is no grief too heavy
To be lightened by an old song on the radio,
Kissing by lamplight with nothing but skin between our hearts,
Talking until the only punctuation marks we use are left on each other's necks
And a deep breath out, followed by "****"

You are the hill I am willing to die on
You live between the notes of those songs
You stream in through the windows with the sunrise,
You cut the room in half, between where I died once and where I was born again
You coat my lips with sugar when I am at my most bitter
You take my hand,
We are witnessing miracles in real time,
We will be filled with light, so sweet we will have to take to the streets, we will start a revolution from this bedroom