i feel like i’m awakening to poetry again. words are starting to creep through my folded limbs and nestle against my heart, to stir it into trying to form symphonies that maybe one day will move a broken heart somewhere. perhaps if i breathe out into the window they will crystallize into lyrics and shatter into a small explosion of shards, each fragment a precise, wrought tool i’ll use to carve my name into your chest. this presence of mine will hover and sink into your chest, and memories of the way i grill mushrooms and make grammatical mistakes will quietly thump their way through the bloody corridors in your body. i’ll claw calligraphic renditions of your favourite songs into your skin, and wait, tense and completely alert, for your hand to land with no small measure of delight on my ass. and crane my neck around to see your stern face closing into mine, looming so suddenly it seems inconceivable, laughably so, that this will be impossible in so little time. we cannot be constant but my words can. i’m going to scar your soul, just like your every kiss does.
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