gosh have i fallen hard this time.
i think i bruised my knees
and scraped my elbows.

it feels good.

this is for you both in a way

today i walked a little lighter
and it's not necessarily a good thing.
i guess you could say
a weights been lifted from my shoulders
but instead of heavy dread,
its your companionship.

im wearing a suit that zips in the back
and i must arch my body like a bow
to rip it off.
but its so humid
that the suit sticks
and i must tear it from my flesh with my nails.
im drowning in my own skin.

we had so many plans
but those have been thrown away;
its all in the past

it's no longer you,
it's somebody new.
i want to know how it feels
in between his arms
how it feels to be touched
and kissed
by him.

calling out to you silently,
seulement pittoresque
can. you. hear. me?

i guess i'm gonna be a little honest

and say i miss the way your face feels
in between my hands;
the short quills of your porcupine jaw
rough against my raw, baby palms.

i'm pretty sad we can't
touch lips, petal to petal, whenever i get the urge
or stroke your cheek,
just 'cause,
while you're driving.

i can't look into your eyes
without doubting a single thing,
because i don't want you to think
that what's there is more than we have
and i don't want to be mistaken
that you feel more than you allow.

it would be easy to terminate
what we've got going,
but even if we can't be together,
why waste a second in love?

we can't form exposed parenthesis
or increase the surface area of skin in contact

but you can show me your world
and i can show you mine,
at least for now.

it'll be a shame when that stops,
too.