World
spinning
relentless
and just two weeks left.
I hope this sounds like
love
I paint her lips, softer
and softer like
easing onto a highway ramp
and never coming home.
and
my finest moments were with her
high as ****
and warmer than the 2 o'clock sun
laughing
till we were as numb as her kitchen floor
feelings so much that we felt nothing at all
The worst difference being
She will miss me at 2 in the morning
but I will still miss her at 2 in the afternoon and that means more than I can take right now.
Summer seasons fireball stains on my shoulder
or her perfect skin pressed against my still body or
finding how she breathes sin,
like smoking cinnamon from her bitten bottom lip
and I swear she is or
you are all I see
To never closing bedroom doors
to swimming eyes and feeling older
to tracing fingers down my spine
to intimacy and every synonym
to knowing I do not need you
to knowing that I want you
to sharing toothbrushes
to forgetting our bests
to our similar minds
to not telling time
to being foolish
to becoming.
to maturity.
to growth.
to rush.
to you.
to us.