I had scribbled the date on
the pink of my palm
and a week later I can still hear
your heavy breathing,
blowing nervousness into my chest
The tension builds up behind the tin-colored button
which snaps release as you,
tinted teenage arrogant,
invite yourself inside
Things end quickly thse days
Discarded and useless popcorn kernals
Falling from lips as quick as your kisses
Too fast, your tongue choked me
fingers deepening too hard in skin
Under twenty two hours and the date is
already gone
Today I learned that matter is neither created nor destroyed
and that your truly seen in the darkness
