of all creation who breathes it is you robbing me of my lungs' ability,
the electricity of your presence shocks
me into memories. they pull on my coat
because it is cold in my own heart unlike your
fingertips melting the ice of my first impressions. part of me
resides in your throat and I wait on you to swallow me yet. I am
nothing if not a reflection in your irises.
violence of dawn is enough to redirect me to your voice for discouragement. I was never
taught that this fear could keep me safe from fears.
you hold your own tongue and you land on both your feet and
I am still stumbling to regain balance. a beggar might ask me for some change and I will
rid myself of you this time. yesterday you said goodnight
and it is dark as night until you say goodmorning and
I seem to wait for the sun to rise with your chest. this was not supposed to happen
you were supposed to flood the garden now the flowers are blooming.