and your beams of light
turned
into poison and melted backgrounds
to our us. lastly you
say,
that is what you said.
fountain eyes and messy
hair
evokes our inner london
fog;
everything i ever wrote
was
for your world in mine.
i am kneeling before you
and
springing from inside us are
the coil tulips unfrozen.
so i am shedding
my skin tears and i will
never be ashamed of this
poetic flood of me’s
and you’s.
