late night
curled around my spine
palm pressed flat against my ribs
(i am not going anywhere)
your skin is smooth elixir
false moon street lamp peers in through
shaded glass
our bank account is screaming
the water heater’s leaking
deadlines snarling fierce and threatening
and we are deaf
moonlight bounces off titanium
and we are promises in silence
bound outside the church walls
skirting courthouse steps
daring vengeful gods to tell us
we do not belong
late night
and you are curled against my spine
palm pressed smooth against my ribs
breath against my neck and dreaming
in the morning we’ll
unwrap ourselves and walk into the
sunlight, we are strings and keys and
laughter, kids and dogs and
chaos
magnets spinning, reconnecting
burning madly through the
perfect life we’ve built.