you are so gnarled in my heart
every factoid and fragment thickly knotted
amidst my veins and arteries
this may sound fleshy and messy but rest assured
all of my you is stowed away in the crow’s nest in my chest
you are the air i breathe and the reason i cough up black feathers
you’re the reason i’ve acquainted myself with the left side of my shower and you’re the reason I buy the cans of Campbells that feed not one but two
my flesh against yours let us role into one ball of clay with no more cracks
the only spaces are the gaps between your teeth that sorta whistle when you laugh
your soul sings through the slots
and i twist the cord of my koss sterephones around my finger like a girl
I’m giddy for the first time in ages
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