Maybe it's just the
streetlights
Hanging low in the sky
And this night is not
nearly as magical as it seems
Maybe it's just the moon
shining threats of time over the horizon
Promising to cut us in
two
But in this moment
As the light from the
cars spin round to face us,
Pulling us off the street
and into the walls
And my fingers into yours
I find that I am in love
With the way
That your hair
Sticks around your ears
And your bony thumbs
I told you that I am a
monsoon
That I fall apart at the
seams
That I forget to eat
And cry at the thought of
mountains.
I have a war underneath
my skin
And a battle in my hands.
I am not as strong as I
look.
But I’ll spit words into your face
Double dareing you
Bending your arms until you cry Uncle.
I want you to dissolve.
Like ice cubes on summer pavements
That summer we never wore shoes
And I stuck in your feet like glass
You would never be able to get out.
In defence
of the mistakes I will make,
The piano teeth I will crack and your left incisor that will chip
In a year and six months
I folded
today into a crane
Hiding in
the corners all the apologies I will ever have to give
The crane is
bigger than the earth
And the
times that I have wronged you
Countless.
Three
streets down, there is a man who cried at tigers.
From the age
of four, he searched for the paths
That they
traced through the mountains of Bhutan
He spent his
whole life waiting
“The mountain’s will keep
their secrets”, he said
“The tigers need their
space”
But at 13,000 ft. and
three months before the ground took him
They opened like a lotus,
Curling
around the striped tails of creatures that science says shouldn’t be there.
Science.
At the quay, there are
bacteria in the water that cause it to glow green
You swear you have never
seen anything so beautiful.
I tell you that there are
species of coral that when you cut them in two, each part reflects each other
perfectly.
Radial symmetry.
I bent you in half and I promised
That I wouldn’t fall in love with you
And I meant it
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