i see you in bursts of
light across the sky.
you are streaming
from what could only
be the hands of some
kind of god. you are
of infinite value
(metal drips of honey
on my skin) we walk
slowly talk
with your nose buried
in my neck. but i need
you to please talk with
only your hands so i
can hear what you're
really saying. when will
i stop being afraid to let
go? love is a thing that
usually breathes into me
but lately it's been
bouncing off my sternum
and then off of yours.
tell me we have not lost
our hearts to our past
mistakes-
tell me we will be okay.