09/03/2024

notes taken in spite of the turmoil

we abase into the night;
hand in hand, tactless, honest
i am familiar enough
with your beauty
to scribble onto your dark, shapeless face
a smile i deem impossible
to look away
and eyes that won’t go away
even when i have closed mine own
your chatterbox requests attention
and i give way to trains full of life and
fascinating flows and cadences
shaping run-of-the-mill sentences
until it runs out of railways
and you close the nightshades on your throat
then, long after you have put a stop to it,
i will speak you into existence,
i will speak of you until i expire energy
and i will fall onto your hails in my dreams

early contours decide to shape your face:
your methods of scattering into my form,
tethering altogether, firm
i am frilling skin in excitement, trilling
(for you have not the means
to say it back,
and i get to decide what
“i love you” means,
and for you will say it back
once you have risen
once you have untangled yourself
from my embrace and yours)
and counting the time
to my departure,
untimely and bemusing in contrast
feathering, to speak of the next visit

i close my eyes once more
in hopes the passage of time
is great enough
that when i open them again,
you will be flourishing
and my breath will catch up to you