it is in your eyes
that I see glitter
that I see and feel laughter
coming inside from my soul
bursting out into the dry
desert of mine

it is in your lips
that I see fortitude
that I see and feel and touch
warmth
just lightly enough
that I do not burn

it is in your hands
that I see security
that I see and feel your pulse
when you touch me
in all the circumstances
I cave into

it is in your heart
that I see life
that I see and feel the evidence
that I’ll live and die for
for all the poetic reasons
in this insanely cruel world

it is in your soul
that I see love
that I see and feel alive
and for the first time
I do not want to vanish
to be with you, and no one else

he moved fast
swift as a mouse
running away from a cat
he said ‘I never
ever wanted to stay here’
and added ‘I will do
all that I can.’
I ask what
‘to escape’
he grew tired of everything else
often he would joke around
about leaving
about driving away
he already made plans
he will smoke on the way
of his escape
he will stay in a lodge when he gets tired
eat, drink, and probably sleep more
he never wanted to stay
‘where modern minds
think medieval’ adding
‘if I rot in hell, they would be happy’
so every night we talk
you never fail to say and add things to your plan
but I smile, laugh, and hug
everything about your plan
because of all his plans
of going away, driving all the way to
a city that never sleeps
of his great escape
I am in every plan
‘I’ll leave
only if you do’
and my heart melted
every broken piece of it
into one beating heart
for once, someone finally
thought about me
one night, I asked
(I don’t particularly care how or where)
‘so
when
do
we
go
love?’