now (kiss)
"He had kissed her good night that night,
and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris,
and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again."—
now i am dreaming of tattoos
and standing face to face with you
again
facing you and us
and wading into that storm
that rose up against me
that washed me away like straw
i lie in bed and i lie still
about dreaming or even being alive
having felt nothing for weeks
that i can no longer even count or imagine
if you would tell me to jump
or lie there across the tracks eyes closed
at least that would be something
against the blanket of lies about tattoos and dreams
but underneath those stones and the avalanche
that buried my heart and trapped me in darkness
i imagine your voice turning me to see you
and you moving toward me against me and then your lips
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