you are
the depth in the backdrop
the swirling dust motes in the angled lighting
the soft ascent of velvet curtains
brushing against a bare stage

as well as
the lead role

— backstage | the whole performance

your fingertips touching my forehead
eyes closed but wide open
our breaths
the same

your fingers in my mind
dipped into
the frequency
of my subconscious

our hearts
mirrors

— ephemeral & infinite | human connection

why is it that you fall
head over heels in
love with basic
human decency

— we've been crushed so long, the absence of weight feels like flight.

the night
reinvigorates me

evening breath billows past my skirts
soft kisses on my ankles
pinpoints of
indigo-mauve-azure
behind whispering leaves
glass buttoned sleeves brush (clink)
against chain link fences

fast light cars

— bathe me in headlights | (not spotlights)

I don't feel like
I owe you
anything

do you know
how freeing
that is

how do I stop
writing about you.
when i cast
the words
and they
spell your name
every time.