The Scurry

The tips of your hair soak up

Your spine melts at the vision of me, you want to tell me everything; show me everything about this world as if I haven’t lived,

without constraints

you steal into my most shameful fantasies and you never dismay

Your naked and dying thoughts cling to every bit of me you can get a hold of before you notice me noticing you and scurry away

I imagine you wrapped up in my skin

Holding on

Present

in every shiver I feel, every spasm of my soul

It doesn’t matter where you are

You’ve traveled the world just to learn we’re nothing

Ripe and heavy,

We jump from a sunny rooftop to a red carpet

and another

Showing off our pretty smiles - do we expect to be worshipped or are we just hanging out?

As time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, our irrational impulses, unspeakable emotions bottle up and never dare to explode

⁃ we are defeated in our prime -

And I dream; and I dream…

you’re still holding onto me.