You breathe, then I.
Every crack in the pavement
Is a chasm dividing myself
From the loveless life I
Cherished.
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It's uncomplicated.
It still is, but the butterflies in
My stomach have
Butterflies in theirs, and I
Carry flowers like a grave
Hiding the remains of my
Plans to see the year through as
A single man.
You breathe, then I.
You touch my face, then I
Yours.
My hands hold your scents
For hours.
You breathe.
I breathe.
You sleep, then I.
Eyes like two suns I stare
Directly into without blinking.
A TV I sit too close to while
Watching myself fall and fall and
Fall.
I drop to the ground. Then you,
And my arms are jungles, my arms
Are oceans, my arms are a
Bed or a bouncing castle beneath
You.
We don't fall in love.
We fly.