I'd forgotten how
beautiful the merging of
two bodies could be.

We breathed each other's
pain in- oxygen. And then
I grew up. Sorry.

His promises used to
mean nothing to me-
like they grew on trees and
my life was a forest fire.
But I don't play with matches
anymore.

Your beauty broke me to
a fragile, fractaled mess
upon the floor.
I can’t stumble through these
sentences- they’re null without
my tongue and it can’t function while
I look at you. Those things you do
are breaking me apart.
You stole my heart and then you
fixed it. Mixed it into color once
again.
*Your love is art.

I want to trace you like the winds trace falling leaves. I want to collect on your fingertips like so many drops of rain; staining them with a pigment only you and I can understand. I’d like to taste the thoughts that stream across the pavement as you walk, leaving prints of pain and frailty in your wake. And I need the silence of your dreaming as I try to stop myself from pleading, as I try to keep my heart from bleeding out this ardor I’ve inside.
I want to trace you like the winds trace falling leaves.