plum cheeks in the twilight
our late night wire womb
as potent as hollywood
trouble, sweet blood, carbon
your flickering nerves
blooming, decaying
planetary and abstract
the golden fruit.
i hope for quiet places
to make you shiver
entangled in your flaws,
untouchable distance
does it make you anxious?
i’ll take out my wallet
and write you notes on dollar bills
that we’ll spend at the cafe
when we’re restless.
challenging my body
the night has tight ropes
like magnets, like currents
i’ll tape our ribs together
trade our lungs for balloons
and spill my guts across the continent
my teeth can tell the time
better than your watch, the sun
three bottles will do the trick
i pass a smile at heather
never surprised
to see her doing the same
spinning, careless
stars explode beneath translucent skin
balancing on the edge of the milky way
and soon i’ll kiss you
drunk in a church
and bless our tongues as holy
