When the night casts its
shadow
over the sea it's as though it
s k i p s
a beat
The reflection of the moon
                            sinking~
deep into the current,
wraps itself silently over your cold skin
as you fold your arms into your chest
& kick up rain from darkness.
I can see all of the
g o O s E b U m P s
spreading beneath your pale thighs
& a soft grey light seeping
through your shy eyes.

It scares me and comforts me that I cannot
imagine a song or story book that
knows me better than your lips.
Last night I listened to
Amy Hit the Atmosphere
on loop for three hours & didn't wake with
random-
                          red-
                                                gashes//
all over my left forearm.
I can dream of Heathcliff & Catherine
out on the moors without
flooding my cheek bones with salt water

but now we're happily
flooding every crease in our palms
& every bend in our legs
with salt water.

I know come sunset the nature that
cradles us calmly now will wake
w ild ly
and usher us back to shore where
I will lose you to a blinding sun
but for now I need to feel the curve of your ankle
summoning mine.

If we exist as strongly as we can in this moment, the future shouldn't scare us because if we exist at all in this moment, the past didn't break us.

**I'm alive tonight &
I'll float in and out of you as I choose to.