“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.

The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.

‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,

I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,

I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,

Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,