i promise you’re
mine,
you bury shy
eyes
in
faded flannel
sleeve
like you almost
believe.
coloursfothesoul
ever in shared
orbit
yet not within
reach,
just missing each
other’s
hands due to
speed
of
the spin we lost
ourselves
in.
all misread or
unsaid
don’t
forget it
never ends
lets
pretend-
entangle again,
to shame us
eye to
same
as if
too smug
to
bow
in blame.
the cool sweat of
silence,
a cruel drowsy
pause
for bite like dark coffee
and deep people
reflecting
loss,
fevers bubble under
fangs of
frost.
frost feathers window
into safe room
no longer breathes
no longer knows
it’s here to hold you
until see through.
