(for no one in particular)
Let’s brush each other’s teeth
Sitting on the bathroom floor
in just our underwear
(We can tan each other’s skin with the whites of our eyes)
And smile at trees because
Like them
We have rings within us
(Measuring the hours and minutes we have had to spend apart)
In order to find one another
Here
In a coalescence of
Astrology and melting snow
(Seasonal depression just begging us to prove it wrong)
The summer days
will have nothing
on how long we can spend together
And Peonies will die when we walk by them
Out of jealousy
Or boredom for being sans us
once we’ve passed themÂ
We are floral in our intention
(Our petals browning and falling off as the days pass ad nauseam)
Until we are left with skeletons of ourselves
The beginning
Before pollination
And that is when I have looked at you
And decided I was in love
Not with your silhouette
Or with your movement
(I do not find beauty in how you have chosen to blossom within me)
Filling my stomach until I was full
And my jeans didn’t fit right anymore
I sought fortress in
Your constant speak
(Your ability to talk until the sun has risen and set and repeated)
I felt silence in your voice
And I have since slept in your throat
Waiting
I will wait until even your thoughts
have become my own
Until your skin has encased
All of me
And our pathogens
Have combined
Into a dizziness
(That is not as uncomfortable as that of too much champagne)
But remotely similar
And we will decay in the palms
Of one another’s hand
Rotting ourselves like sugar in a child’s mouth
(But we have no replacement)
So let’s brush each other’s teeth
Sitting on the bathroom floor
(An act of self-preservation)
