i took ecstasy on the day we met
to try and feel once again
and i dabble in demons of use with hands
drumming to a beat i knew all too well
like your hands on my neck
to touch but grasp but to hold again
i tango in your voice
down hallways i skipped through
the chorus plays and nothing makes sense
like your danger twined with horror
creeping in night
against rivers i cling to
darkness takes a whole and what is empathy
i doubt on your rapids to dive into something
which we know can’t float
i dance with your devils
yet make melons with your fruit
your sweetness in air
the way body comes to shore
i feel in tune to your wavy like hair
listening to white noise to echo the thoughts
vibrations from my neck to the thighs
to trees in my mind
where we swung from vine to lie
creating stories i hid from
like your thighs wrapped with mine
teeth hiding echoes from men under sheets
aroma of tuesday morning
it never made sense
but sense only seems made
from fallen words
and sullen stories
in the river