into me, oceans
i am alive
and with you,
in my arms
a delicate star.
and this is why the sky never ends,and valentines flowers last only a weekbefore rotting and why we step in puddleswith new shoes onand why the only memories we rememberare the ones that make us sick inside,and why so many people fuckbut never love,and this is why late at night, beneath the coversas the light bulbs cool off, i feel nothingin my soul except the ceiling fan.
there is a longingto discover you,each secret and scar;to explore infinity.
i am in the center of new york citysuffocating. the skyscrapers have their handsaround my neck, i’m a sidewalk and a subwayand the sky has forgotten me. i feel the lonelinessof a billion people inside a billion cubicleswaiting for a clock without batteries to reach outand touch five.
(this is me when i’m not with you)
without feathers we fell.there were notionsof grandeuronce, of feastsof loveand blazing lightbut the earth shifted.we lay the perfect sighs downand stars above, we madein the dusta temporary home or fortof blanketsfrom the skin we shed.and now, a horizon flame.it is time to kiss and ascend.
that shiveryou passed along,waveson empty ridges of skin.come soul, kiss another,we’re mortallet us rememberthe meaning
i’ve fallen from stars.that’s what birthmarks are: impact-bruises—reminders of travel and destination.and freckles are maps, so that at the end,when i learn the act of weightlessness,i might find my way back to the beginning.