the songs i hear these days

until our ribs are soft, until our love is cold,

we will dance in bursts of quiet light.

i didn’t mean to find you,

in unprocessed emotion,

light graphics tracing skin untouched.

what isn’t taken was never pure

and in that cave i sought a view.

bold upbringing, island’s flair

run your smile through my stitches:

take a peek beyond my wavering lips

and you’ll see all of my best friends.

lonely auburn. blaze of warm tones,

something less blatant, less pompous

than love.

plotted like seeds,

you have covered me in sunspots,

in specks of warmth that threaten my tears.

you look like my happiest times

encapsulated, my amber glass-

a hiss to your worry lines

to parts of you yet unknown.