Carefully I clutch your words

The first few syllables of sleep

All timid

And soft

Break into sugar glass

Cutting golden grapefruit

Crucifixions into

The bottoms of our fingers

And pray for laceration

That you are warm

I hope that you're warm

Cicada's song laces our fingers

Sewn into hearts

Embroidered in cattails haunting

The edges of our neighborhood

Every moment we are apart

It floats through the wind

It floats through the wind

It floats through the wind

It floats through the wind

Screaming: "I love you, I love you"

"I love you, I love you too!"

Lavender

Is a beautiful color

It paints our sky

I will meet you there

I held her hand with pink intent and crushed our knuckles into silver dust, ashes of something good and sweet. She lent her hair to mine in braids, evacuating tumbleweed portraits of our hearts through sweat soaked ceilings and windows cracked to let the firemen in

She broke off light-bulbs in her skin, carving out pockets to fit silver dust and seeds to be pollinated by my body, naked with pink intent, soiled over fucks to forget and move on

And after the blood has boiled over our beautiful pockets of flesh, I ground our knuckles in pestle and mortar. Please, please forgive me, but you're hurting me

Electricity in our lips press like carcasses, between our ribs we kiss where the moonlight's creeping in, swallowing soil and sacred pink intent

Please, please forgive me, but you're hurting me. I rolled down the window a little to hear the crickets wail

And I wailed too