like birds nesting, and gaze out across the water to our childhoods.
the ocean roils and grumbles before us, our footprints evaporating like the dreams we packed neatly into our shoulders and hips,
thinking we knew where we were going.
although close to each other, our eyes avoid repeating the question, the fruit already bruised from rough hands wanting.
your clenched jaw points to all the love you forgot to give yourself after calloused fingers murdered the fairy princess.
my hand wants to lift the coffin's lid so you can pry your body free from the glue of your family's sorrowful song.
but i have already stepped off the ledge, and am falling through old newspapers and love letters stained with pearls of blood.
as my eyes gently close, the horizon of my ribcage engulfs my setting heart, as the cold hardens my useless wings.
i had a dream, which wasn't a dream... orange morning's dew warmed my brow, signaling the eclipse of your sadness.
in secret we met amongst the flowers and weeds, hidden from the gaze of adolescent God's prying eyes.
as we danced, all i could feel was my burning heart trembling, as you beckoned me to tread the ruby labyrinth's seductive path.
when my shell cracks open, and the waters run through me, through the sewers of my lost city,
all the words i've whispered will wither and die, the blood i've spilled will crystallize and adorn the stained glass of cathedrals not yet imagined.
i have lost what i found in the laughter of your tears.
i want to wash clean your rotting mango flesh and the blinding cloud of flies feeding on your sweet pain.
i want to write poems on your trembling thighs with oils distilled from jungle flowers pressed beneath the paw of midnight's jaguar.
i will sit, forever, taking one breath after another... waiting.