If I could see you now, standing in pools of cherry red a warm drop: I shake insatiably yet I still take the ether to bed yet reckless holds the knife yet there lies the best of me (nothing happens in this space my chest, a tear, a rawhide gash explain I can’t explain explain) I spit out the hole in my soul It’s black and grey and green Nothing comes into it, nor out of it I’ve got to know, though, I’ve got to what did it really look like to collapse two on two, two into one What was the sign the air made? What squeeze flesh clit sigh What blush throat mockery oath What was the sound of the ocean? Rose teeth sand belief Hope death stillness surprise What arrow could be unbent, unbroken? (No, that’s too much to rely on Better instead to complicate, then resign) A die cast in the shape of your heart Sharp edges we failed to file down —
Love