skyline dance -
distorted rhythms and do i
only imagine your
hip against mine as
we press flowers into each
others' palms?

weave ourselves like
sand in constant shift
trembling heart you hold
it out do i take it?
i take it.

winter knocks -
you never answer and
i locked the door last night
again and you cried.

you said we are only
growing older and we are
not children anymore.

but you still smile like you
did when we were both
six with gaps in our teeth
and bruises all over
our beaten bodies.