you make me want to fall backwards into Time
some starry pool of arms that hold, not hurt
where tongues are never sharp, just kind
and in the water where we hurled ourselves
all that remained was shimmer
you make me want to be that girl at thirteen
staring so intently across the field
before the years of being tackled
you make me want to fuck for hours
& even though I’m telling you that
I don’t care.
I’m not going to die here in the wasteland of 31 years
where I buried myself alive after love that seared
it’s only that I wasted years
as Neptune kept me chained in dark
that from this fortress swims a lark
that from this fortress sails a swallow
in every picture I see of you
each time I look, it’s just more glue, that binds me tighter to a place
that I see somewhere in your face
❤