eventide

"poem for a reunion not likely to happen any time soon"

speak to me
in the language of thorns
and roses
for i have crossed a great ocean to be here
and my sleeves have worn thin
from what i carry there.
my teeth
and this sky,
they know better
but my abandoned soul
has forgotten
nothing.
i hear chattering in an open window
and i notice that my chest is wet
and that i have an erection.
and you sprinkle me with petals
and pee
until my eyes open
and i notice that i am freezing cold.
fuck, i thought it was over
i thought i knew better:
hey. hey hey hey hey hey, i know!
ill start again
and imagine that you have returned.