What if our sin is salty
Our chaos is crushed velvet
Our love is clattering spoons

What if everything is different
Then we think it is?
What if everything is just a strange
Sensation and a sound unto itself
And a feeling we can never quite capture

What if our lies turn into sandpaper
And our questions curl into smoke rings
And every word I’ve ever said to you
Was only our own form of gibberish

What if death is just a poem
And a kiss is something blooming
And my heart is a big balloon
Gaping up up up into the sky

What if I can taste you heart
And smell your love and
Weep into your crevices
To give birth to a whole new
Species of beings

What if everything we know
Is wrong and life is an absurd
Illusion and one sensation
Simply begets the next
And the next
And the next
Until every experience is a metaphor
Every feeling a simile
Every life an allegory
For something else entirely