I remember yesterday in the apartment covered in murals
of beautiful eyes and psychedelic mushrooms
I see you sitting next to the ac right under the window
your sweating because its a hot day in the winter
my heart is trembling beaneath this pale skin
as I watch how your eyes lift themselves
heavily to stare out the window, because
you do not want to look in my direction, there is
no chair for you to sit on, because I am sitting
on the only one, the carpet is stained
and you sit legs crossed like a child
and again my heart is trembling beneath
my pale skin
where does your mind come from
I assume from years of a malicious father
who would come to you and love you deeply
after he has hurt you so many times
I assume that child that breathes through
your adulthood comes from the mother
who carried you with her veins
who struggled with her husbands pain
how could I walk away from you
you are a baby in my hands, and how
can I abandon that
beautiful
beautiful
scared face
lips meet in a place of peace
and content understanding
beneath trees and all living things
our faces touch lightly
how can you still be so innocent
how does purity flood your hands in such a way
that the mere definition of chastity is evolving
in my mind
I understand nothing anymore
I feel guiltless
I feel flooded in shame
I focus on the lines in your
pupils and I am elated with foreign
I am in a different land
we must go back to our separate
homes