You are my delayed
Played out in fantasies to
border our fireless pulse.
I’ve starred at you early
Enough and the masculinities
were all watching as we
Remembered the gods in
Threaded squinted eyes.
The first line of our warriors
Were written in invisible
Spines; we were erected in
subluminal earth.
It is my blood to do what i will
To steal what i cry to feel
When I write to imagine
That day once more.
Because I mourned you
And today I moved through
You with what
I failed to leave behind
And fathom to release
again.
Inside yours I am inside me.
