Dearest our love poem goes like this
Come to me again late at night
In between purple hues skies and patchwork blankets
Come to me when my parents are fast asleep
And they won’t be able to hear the one-two of your feet
Walk up the carpet marked stairs
And higher up still my bunk-bed ladder
And even if you miss the second step
Don’t worry if the thud of your body hitting the floor
Wakes them up.
**** it.
After you scrabble up into my bed and
Later when they come in we’ll tell them the truth
You were only trying to whisper me
Your secrets
And I was born with ears in my mouth
And let them find out
That some people were born like that
With body parts hidden in odd places
And senses that overlap organs
Making it hard to understand why I have
To taste your words
And see your heart
Because I was also born with eyes far apart
From my face and somewhere close to my chest
And it just so happens to be I found someone like you
Who was like me too
That was born with their ribcage unattached
So when we hug I see your blood
Flowing in and out of your beating heart
I could touch it with my eyes they are so close
But I won’t.
See I was born with my feeling on the arms of my blouses
And when you take off my shirt
I brush against the bend of your knees and fall to
Tickle the tops of your toes
Where your mouth supposedly isn’t supposed to be.