unearthing fractions of a person
with letters that gently peel away.
Do not forget the other side we edge,
the raw physicality blooming
between our silences that eclipse
the difference within intention and instinct.
I may have forgotten how to move you,
with one wrong step in the dark
I saw how many fragments you could break into,
how quickly you could pull away from me.
You didn’t know that I held each piece close,
that they became every star framing my sky
to glow along the steps that can lead
us back to where we were fused.
Because I don’t want my words
to just encircle your heart,
I want my skin to claim you
inside and out.
You’ve known me for so long
through the premeditation of ink
unearthing what letters cannot form around.
Do not forget the other realm we trace,
the raw need blooming between beings
to eclipse everything we have learned.
I may have forgotten
the delicate sway of our dance,
that sometimes I need you
more than you want me.
But one wrong step in the dark
isn’t enough to break your graceful rhythm,
to pull you entirely out of reach.
Because I don’t want my words
to just make promises or stake claims,
I want my skin to remind you of the ways
I know how to move you
inside and out.
