You wear your eyes Like a woman wears diamonds And the pearls of your teeth like a veil. Every two months careful hands Strapped onto scissors Trim moonlight to crown you anew. I drape myself across your mouth Held up by the bower of your lips. Laughter lines like Trails of a knife. Take this, and this, and this…
You use your hands Like the whole world is made of paper And your arms are the trees it was stripped from. Every week a little more snow Falls onto the hills of your shoulders And slips to the ground as ashes. I tumble into your embrace Held in the ring of your limbs. Veins like ink Etched into your skin. Remember this, and this, and this…
You hold your heart Like it’s the tide coming in And you’d like nothing better than for it to sink. Every day is a monsoon And love plummets in drops Matching the beat of your pulse. I plunge into the depths Drawn like the moon by the ocean. Bodies both rivers Destined to clash. Have this, and this, and this…