we didn't know **** about anything
we didn't know **** about love
but everything and everyone said
a love like ours
was not meant to be
seen or heard or thought of

and they who took
to the streets gave us false
hopes that there
would come a day when we
wouldn't have to exchange
our syringes filled with secrets
in secret


we only held hands
in the darkness of the theater
and in the short distances
between the lights
of lampposts at night

all those nights
we told our parents
we were friends
we lied

we were more

whenever we were alone
we threaded each other's skin
with warm invisible threads
using our fingers
and tongues
as needles
we sew our souls
together in solitude
and even though
the distance is still
miles of seas
we swim, we sail, we drown
sometimes we breathe
underwater

we never let the parts
of us touch
above the table
or in the daylight

people are poison
stored in their skulls
in their eyes and in
their mouths
poison waiting to pounce

we went to an art gallery
and stood and stared
at each other in the silence
it was the first moment we kissed

we forgot for how long
until we felt the lasers
and lights from their eyes
burn

they've mistaken us
for an installation

we were horrid,
strange, abstract
eyesores
amidst everything
beautiful and poetic

maybe someday
we can be as
commonplace
and as free
as graffiti
but right now
our love
is but an exhibit

now there are
more critics