Jada. Cigarettes and tea. Bare skin and dimmed light. Art and knitting. Thinking and learning. Sex and sex. Grass and mud and trees. Kitten, Emma. Thrift and vintage. Space and moons and galaxies. Sunshine and rain. Love and everything.
my footprints dig deep
in clay
in mud
so my skin
left behind
on front porches
and blankets
and grass
i held your hand
im still there, am i?
i need to get away
out of this room
into your bed
so you can whisper to me
anything you’d like
i just want to listen
we could walk outside
and look at the sky
and the stars
and the moon
i could hum you a tune
you can sing me a song
and we can both fall in love
with a moment
with words
with voices and hands and eyes
and hearts
because no one knows of this moment more than we do
no one knows the stars the way we do
i miss you