X
i don’t think they know
how it feels to burn through time
but i don’t either
i totaled it out, we’re beautiful now. empirical evidence that we can out breathe them all. you said, i’m ready
they called you a tick on the wing of a butterfly. an able-bodied door stopper. -so you let the light in
a room has the right to divide itself. one for a trick twice the money as last night. you looked a little lucky
the sunrise sent you a heaven message, ‘tis breathing through the blood. we held hands
four scores and seven slumbers ago. you addressed yourself as X and we sucked in the smoke
for never was a promise as pretty as lacing your shoes for the long mile. you asked. i said-
three quarters of the keys are too high. the rest, just right. it’s only dna
we’re on a gnarly ride through the saw grass. you’re always just looking for a place to pray without having to kneel
waiting for something antithetical to cynicism. a sign of another time
we gasped and asked, an indelible freedom? you whispered, a rightful owner-
i tasted your sweat
i saw the fire in your eyes
you’ll always defy