248.

He looks at me with hearts in his eyes, and I worry that he’ll blink and bleed all over the floor. He is my favorite lover. We have been charting this for a long time. It has stopped being a demolition. The body is a comfort, the body has stopped believing in the boundaries of skin.

247.

Yesterday I was a burning building.
Today I am a cup of water.
What does it matter
that you remember the day we met?

246. Blood Moon

My body wakes me
at the time of the eclipse.
Your shadow is connected at my heels,
some days more than others
of course, and those are the ones
where you darken the room.

The freckles on your back
sure do look nice in the morning.
It doesn't matter,
I have bruises as deep as lakes.

How much of this will you hang

from the ceiling today?

You pull up our shirts
and press our bellies together
because you hope that this time
we won't stay in separate bodies.
Vodka means you're losing it,
beer means you're trying to behave.

When saying that you're happy
means it's time to go.
To be both the brave and the weak one.
That, you will not understand.