lungs crave air
after submersion
heavy downpour
buried in your neck
heartstrings connect
my hands crave skin
and moments between kisses
lingering in the dark
touching lips
electric, a soft caress
pull me under your warmth
under your warmth
under warmth
roll up the carpets
paint falls from walls
tape frayed on torn soles
and borrowed clothes
you left in my room
close my eyes
breaths catch on silhouettes
open my mouth
and draw my forgotten dreams
colors of past lives
dance in these familiar rooms
sleep in our beds
like strangers
my mouth belongs to a ghost
of your touch
kiss me softly
touch me gently
love becomes colder in winter
so please go slowly
i’m not dressed well for the weather
you’re from warmer places
different faces
darker skin
not in my dreams
in the space between
our different tongues
live in an idea
paint my walls around your hand
steam covers the ceiling
hands grip warm plates
because you forgot the Spanish word for mug
in dreams I don't remember
feel your presence
in this moment
the cadence of heartbeats
sings at the top of our lungs
make music if they silence you
art if they try to tame
love if they try to change
blurred vision and supernatural delight
into straight lines and smoke light
do not falter for safety in creation
or settle for half loves
for the rhythm of your mouth on mine
is pattern, texture, and light;
shape, form, and stories
that cannot be encapsulated in rhyme or prose
strokes of skin on canvases of bedsheets
the softness of your mind
with cigarette burns and diamonds in night skies
under the blanket of music
your hand on my back
clouds the meadow
softens the line of trees
from forests extended to your fingers
veins like root systems
tracing jawbones and straight teeth
the wind of Sedona
breathes sound and color
sight and touch
beyond the light spectrum
within our blood