lavender hands ready
for the morning of rain'd
on summer.
a fawn ran across my forearm
and rested beside my cracked
wrists; a tattoo of us was
supposed to have bled there.
i created a label for you
and wore it deaf while
i had the chance. copper
dancers distracted with
butterflies and open viruses;
i am detected so i fall free.
take a swim with me and
let us encounter the storm
of marble seas. the sea in
which you and i will
marry again- our
timeless disappointments.
