you and i
we're of cosmic complexity and fractured nebulae
we're of the same kind of stuff
you and i
i.
tepid smiles that arch and bend across our skin
memory dances on our lips
she bends and fades at the corners
but never quite slips away
ii.
you are a work of wonder
the stuff of a thousand catastrophes
you rest against the sculpted hands of michelangelo
like a star littered sky,
embedded yourself into my eyelids, didn't you
your laugh
cocooning, takes refuge in the blooming sun between my lungs
silky and melodic
i crave our sunburned summer love
work of wonder,
ur my wonder boy
and i'll be your catastrophic girl
iii.
i can taste the liquored nostalgia in your teeth, baby
memories of when we went out to buy
16 cent smiles from orange juice cartons
and sat on rooftops, driving our fists into the wailing moon
fingers intertwined
knuckles bleeding
bruised you repair me
how i watch myself go undone
iv.
you're dissecting my heart with fractured wrists
and its bleeding against your fists
bleeding with wonder
didn't you say we're the empty cosmos,
you and i
v.
let me thread my love
in between your every rib
let me kiss you
and leave you in poisoned ruins
let the cosmos
envy what we're made of
you are everything
short of everything
and i slaughtered myself so your sun could rise
watched myself die in the mirror every day for you
vi.
we are of star dust
fallen to bruised knees
picking at the glittering empire of youth
engraved in our knuckles
we are of constellations but they bleed, bleed as we
fall victim to the accusing fingers of our own impermanence
foolish and fatuous, that's our thing
[drive ur first into my mouth and remind me how it feels when u left]
*Wrote this poem in 2016 but edited it 6/15/20*
