they say it together, as if on a split screen:
on one side, his pale pale skin and my most favorite combination of brown hair-blue eyes
all angles and chapped hands
but he is unholy now, our shadows have marred his face
and pushed him away from me until i feel the sunlight on my skin
again and
bear the cold of winter.
on the other side is you.
sloping body and cappuccino skin
your lips curve up at the ends and you are strong baby, the powerlines to my city
but you're saying it too
with venom and hot water and i am reminded of why
i wanted to be left alone,
the past and present can be so cruel
when they they begin to meld into the same person.