like a tired bum putting his hands out in earnest need,
like our make up kisses, too early for morning and too late for night, your hushed desire
like how much i run away, finding your head in between my hips, considering your hair in my hands. Your words in my ear, creating vibrations of this future life. You told me
on the same sloping angles. Baby, you got me. I’m done my beer. I’ve told you all
of my dream, your feverish what ifs, asking you for resolution. I like to sit across from you, fighting my demons, those persistent prisons. They seduce. They comfort. They tell you you’re not right.
your smiles in every pocket of my day. what is real, what is fantasy, what is bottom, and what is up. i build
with hands the same size, stained with lead letters, I always want you.