A Brief Exploration in Loving You Fully and Discreetly

Your skin during the nighttime

is my favorite smell

I’d like to fill all of my journals with it

  But your name will have to do

We became lovers during the nights,

getting drunk enough that it was no longer scary

to whisper our longing into each other’s ears

The morning sun would finally come

The beers we’d find had worn off

like our fears

I still romanticize your boots

and the way sunlight smiles at your olive skin

And I have a hard time

sleeping through rain,

wishing it to be your fingers

 tapping against my window instead

The Differences

I cannot help it that my heart began beating in 1412

That my spirit animal is a boomerang

Or that I believe that God is a mom

We hold on to the things that make us feel weird

The things that make us feel like we are something

I won’t tell you my secrets

but I will sew them onto shirts

White on white

Black on black

Stitches hidden for you to find

Are you just like me?

Tell me of your past lives

How many people have you been?

How many worlds have you explored?

How many lifetimes do you carry in your bones? 

Something Not Right Quite

I once lived golden

My blood bled iridescent

I tried to show you

 But since I couldn’t drench myself in paint

I wrote a letter to your mother instead

There is a scar in the center of my chest

where I tried to put my feelings

No one was there when I cut off all my hair

The rumors you heard aren’t true

but you can believe them if you’d like

I probably would as well 

Noah's Arc is a Bed

We sleep like kittens

In cups and cupboards

and on the windowsill

behind the bed

Indiscreetly

Anywhere that we can

Closing our eyes from

the sun,

the moon,

and the eyes of our parents

We sleep like octopi

Wrapped up in seaweed arms

Bound

Holding each other so close,

I know,

tonight wont steal you away

Tomorrow morning

won’t steal me away

We sleep like elephants

Committing to good memory

the lines and wrinkles

of each other’s bodies

We won’t forget scars

or the stories that go with them

We sleep like skunks

Infusing bedsheets

with the scent of our skin

We will be here

long after we are gone

We tell bible stories

between each breath

Daring each other

to give more details

with each exhale

How many animals were on Noah’s Arc?

Because I could have sworn

it was just you and me