Let's spend a week forgetting to be lonely. I'll fly into Knoxville, drive east until the roads run out. No one goes to Harlan County unless they have to. The mountains are giants, here, they almost disguise the desolation-- the pieces of people that got caught when the mines collapsed. You tell me to be careful, as if this isn't my country, too. As if I wasn't born with dirt beneath my fingernails.
I like how you treat me delicate. I like to pretend I'm a flower. You touch me like I'm breakable. I want to protest that I'm not, but I'd be lying. Look at me like you mean it, like I'm the only clean water you've drunk in weeks. The wells have been choked with weeds. So leave bite marks on my back as you burn the brush. There is a sweetness in me if you can find it.
Let's drink like teenagers; make sloppy love. I want to *** at the same time and then lie around giggling and smoking cigarettes. Pull the blankets off the bed and trail them through the house until we've ****** in every room, twice. Let's build a pillow fort, drink cheap wine out of mason jars, and then **** so hard it falls down around us. I want you to lose hours in me, whole days, come up for air next Tuesday and we'll cook breakfast at midnight. You make me so hungry.
Tell me about your childhood, tell me the one thing you asked for every Christmas and never got. I wanted an Easy-Bake Oven. I wanted to play normal. Tell me all the things you got but didn't ask for, never wanted, didn't deserve. I'll run my teeth across your earlobe and let my hips listen to all the words your tongue never learned to say. We are both still just babies.
I like how you scare me. How sometimes you hold my wrists together when you tell me I'm beautiful so I can't wriggle away, because you know I've never been good at accepting compliments. I can count the number of nights we've spent together on one hand, but the months of distance take more than just digits. I used to think you hated me. I used to hate myself for it.
I know the darkness in you. Three days down in the mine with no canary and me just waiting for you to reemerge. You always seem to find your ways out of it. I like to think of myself as a lodestone; you tell me not to get arrogant, that being wounded and beautiful aren't interchangeable, but I believe they both can make us strong. I want to write poems with my fingers on the small of your back, leave scratch marks as a reminder of how far I've come. You make me forget to be sad. You teach me not to take myself too seriously. I want to be your canary. Follow my voice out when it gets dangerous. I'll only scream when I mean it.
Get a little lost in me. Undress until I can feel the heartbeat in your **** reverberating up my spine. So run your tongue down my torso; forget to breathe, while you Tell me the things that scare you. Show me your seams. Somewhere beneath all this rock there is a gold mine, so trace my veins like a treasure map. Maybe someday they will lead you home.