youandme (and the splits in between)

i.

past over

your lips

form mumbles

i cannot read aloud.

ii.

i'm waiting

for breaking

as my eyes

melt into your hands.

iii.

calling inside

the lines find

live and well and

burning with desire for someone else.

iv.

i caught a tune

on the television

reminded me of

your hold in winter.

v.

if it never comes close

it never does

it's dead and

the x is empty now.

vi.

i've got turning to do

ahead of me

the splits in my head

the splits in between.

vii.

this resembles

the burnt of fall

extra olives in martinis

and the dizzy got the best of us.