greyhound

you big bruiser with the soft eyes, i found you lying in the train tracks at dawn, bathed in blue, as if the watery light could turn you holy. i was all red, covered in the burning sunrise, and the laughs you spilled on me like blood when i could you that you could have gotten yourself killed. wicked bruiser in the black denim jacket, i wish you'd learn that your face doesn't have to be bloody for me to kiss it better. we were two lovers, colorized and polarized, frozen between all the seasons, thawing our hearts in the basement when no one else was looking. you gave it all away to me, and i held it oh so carefully in my hands, your softness sitting on the couch and spilling like bloodstains. we weren't ready to be real, but we were. we weren't ready to color ourselves in, but the morning came, and the sun bled through our bodies, and we were given names. big bruiser in the combat boots, devouring the rotten plum dawn, teeth bared at the sky, how i wish i could go back and tell you to hold it in a little, to remember that sometimes this world is worth loving. sometimes it is.