Tears are a private
Week
Carved out of holidays and
Skin to skin: the spaces where interlocking gives way.
Punctuation
Has run its course and all I need to prove is
Rain soaked strands of my hair like a
Horse is what the world means by
Everlasting.
To haven’t and to hold
But still
Trying to communicate with butchered
mouths and hands.
Like dragons or
Other living beings.
Like humans or
Other living beings.
Breathe and unhinge
Hips but
Fasten hands. Lip to lip: our
Most private moment
For all the world to see.
The heaviest truth I can tell you give
It to me now
So I can
Plant it water it seed it or maybe
Cup it
Between fingers
Cup it
Between rain
Selfishly.
The space where skies meet: I
Will scent it to you there.
