A morning soaked in hashish
and lemonade; we sneak
tastes, tendrils of each other in the
peachy light. watch stars
billow at the window, mouth of God
sighing our tapestry into the air,
outstretched like a name
we rub at each other,
sometimes to bleeding,
beveling this or that edge
your mouth is a gristmill
most days I am incendiary.
but we bloom forever.
sometimes I know it.
our hearts are flawed,
velveteen,
waiting for love to make them real.