you laid here late, sleeping like a silent stone
once in multitudes of colour, now in monochrome
you crept just like a vine, and i left before it wound round mine.
so go on break promises and promises.
prosaic and practiced, i know them like my mother
our endochrines align, the reach and the cost in kind.
but it wasn’t such a distance if you measured in miles,
but i lost a fucking lightyear in those grocery aisles.
so hold my hair back, you could promise me anything
or film me on the bathroom floor, try to ignore everything.
i was only fourteen and pain blooms everywhere,
shackled shadows of an agent, desire blooms everywhere,
desire blooms and so do you, you’re like an aster in the bed
so hold my hair back, lay with me.
mantle and plate, rifts with so much history
but you come like a river, swelled with pride
and with all these apparitions, i’m mortified.
but it wasn’t such a risk then, if you measure in pounds
but i lost a fucking household in those coffee grounds