you were a fever pitch of a dream
my lips pressed flushed to your edges
searing and splitting my seams open

grief trickled out

a steady stream of
red sticky warm
tasting just like sugar if i run my tongue
along the right corner

breath bated
teeth parted

                                                                                                          pregnant.
                    
                                                                                                                pause.

it threatens to escape
an unwarranted sigh
snaking its way through my cracks
reaching to close the space between us

if i breathe it into existence
it will change everything.

inhale, exhale
brace for impact.

reckless with abandon
the wind sweeps our caution away
gently, at first, then somehow all at once

if i said
'i love you'
would it be a fact or weapon?