I hope that my night will look like this this evening…
i like longer exposures more than i used to
our makeshift gloves
see this night
it’s thick on our
handseyesmouth
it’s even caught
like ink or dirt
underneath our nails
so our fingerprints
leave big fat smears of
deepdarkdusk
a solid blueprint
for those who crave
to connect the dots
but we’ve got fears
of nostalgic delights
so our hands
never cross paths
they float in the air
dyeddippeddrowned
in heavy hues
of endless shadow
and we forget
our bodies completely
in piles of banter
wisewittywords
to steal us further
into the murky
sunlesssecretsoftness
of the night
that we can’t have
show up on our skin
as evidence of
anything
remotely
real.
