Hands pushing heartbeats pumping syllables into temples leaning in to your liveliness hooked on your sleeping bell, there we are:
Sitting in a smoky attic creaking in uncertainty Teasing out vibrations invading our airspaces, I'm explaining to you the legal differences Between licensees And invitees but neither of Us remember why, there we are:
Climbing back down to earth You disappear first: A wordless fixture cloaked in blackness. I blindly step forward to follow you But the wood caves and I come crashing through the ceiling feeling nothing
But you Entrenched in your magic haze, Suddenly snapping forward poised to Envelop me just before I shatter.
It was dark but I could see you better.
Maybe neither of us are explained away by stereotypes, our identities mired in contradictions more like intricate mirrors than we could have ever imagined.
And all You worried about Was me And all I worried about Was how you were going to explain that hole in the ceiling to your mom.