i rest the hood of better days
on my swollen neck.
i rub the fabric between the
callouses on my fingers.
i write on the tag that
holds your name.
and, with a smile, i pull
the shirt over my head.
i feel you
within the worn
stitched seams that lace the
red of your favourite movies;
i feel you
with your arm
around my shoulder
and my head lies on your chest;
i feel you
as you shift in discomfort
and your breath stifles ‘nd
jitters —
i want you
i want to feel you
i want to be you
and my eyes close
with the blue-light still playing
and your chest rising
until it stills
and mine forgets to follow/…
