speaking of

*rough draft*

blue light
the jaw xray hanging
shaking at your touch
at futures so unknown
glowing walls and teeth
kisses i can’t even feel
caught up in wanting

pink light
of the street lamps
blue ice cracking beneath us
the lake i have never seen
in winter, like this
all the years i use to live here

all the ways you held me
in one night
in the piles of your laundry
in the shadows of the evergreens
in the blue gloam of your room

midnight i am standing shirtless
leaning to let the music swell
the memory in my muscles
repetition and planning

your skin white
the sheets
the pale morning