why did i spin the globe like a bottle when i preferred it with you, a sea-salty salve to sore wounds you've managed to stitch close breaths into kisses come on a transatlantic breeze
in those screaming dreams our words are the confessions between bodies.
when i close my eyes the acuity of you is all that's left behind, a serenity between two jades, clearly fish out of rivers meant to be seen, pearlescent the first time you saw:
note: I did write this on the day of, but life has made it fairly impossible for me to be online in the last couple of days! This one is for 27/10.
telephone tag these days everything starts with these days because these days meander in the way that you do when the distance stretches, heart shaped silly putty strings never snapping a gummy line of telephone tag
i am a fortune teller anticipating dreams into incalescent waves salt wash cleansing old hurts; and the sting fades with your solidity a king's golden touch, brazen rends me molten an auric change arriving with the sunset
