Let me rot and lay my bones on you. I have yet to arrive, this road is long and full of turns, but let me cry at the cells growing in our throats. Time folds onto itself, skin touching skin, saliva from my mouth to yours, from your mouth to ours, these teeth rocks against which our waves crash. Such a strange space, I close my eyes,
I breathe.

Let me bask in the infinity this moment is. This sunset, forever descending, eternal orange, eternal now. Life choking me with the fullness the moon isn’t yet as this blue touches me, the depth of myself. I sit in the cold of this empty surface, I move thanks to stillness, circular motion creates a line, I die, I am alive.

Let our whispers reach the other side of the world. One butterfly after another, wing pushing wind, spiderwebs, droplets of rain yet to be salty in this warmer ocean. Roots growing in the shape of a vase, their space, nature eating itself, my skin shed. I devour the time you left for me, this gorgeous being.

Let our body be worshipped as the god that it is. Nerves firing, fingers reaching, a thought is a feeling is a thought is a feeling, there is no objectivity. Two is ten if you ask a computer, eight is the space between fingers, your hand intertwined with mine. Trees in a forest, hairs on a forearm, my eye a cave trapping light.