and i would lay down the world at your feet
but there is nothing that is worth anything
close to you. lay down with me on rain soaked
concrete, let us dream of distant sunrises
press your tongue to the pavement and let
the world dissolve like an oversized pill
as though it would cure the ache of matters
relating to the heart.
i heard a song that sounded like it was through
an old record player. and it said that it was
worth giving your whole heart away
than to keep it forever cold and sheltered
i thought of you then, how precarious your grip,
blood soaked hands clutching at an ending not
meant for us.
arteries that dilate as pupils do
due to proximity, due to epidermal ridges
pressed against each other so tightly,
together in lockstep, forever and ever
as though you would fall if i let you go.