she is polished in whiskey, a
child of a pure unending moon she
counted the seconds to disaster and
filled her hands with untidy
grace.

she begs for reminders of your
fingers once tied
your eyebrows furrowed in a fit of
unfortunate gratitude and she will
travel but always remain.

i met the boundaries with my
eyes, she told you, the line is a
dot to me. and she
wandered into the blue to
hurt someone else.

her mouth was contagious, a lake of
concentration and she kept herself lit like a
lantern to keep you coming
home.

i am unsettled, a burning echo of
gratitude. and she
shared her quaking nightmares of your
unarmed face.

she discourages rhyme schemes but she
learns the comfort in your
unbending rhythm.

we will be a shipwreck for now but please realize the
desert always ends and we will
drink our own lyrics someday
soon.

it is slow knowledge like a
parachute but she will
drown before watching you
go.

we are a wedding in ourselves and i will
be your house until we
fade into timelessness until we
wake to the comfort of our
conjoined bones.

i have wrecked you to pieces and my
glue is cheap but i have
no more time for apologies, the
future is my new
truth.

so pray to the bottom of this with me until a
roof becomes incidental and all we need is the
breath of our
hand-held sighs.