Where the stem meets the sepal on this bloom is longing.
The earth draws breath and I rise. A little higher
my toes drawing fine lines in the dirt. The crown
of my head lifted until I fear
you will see the dew on my cheeks
and mistake it for mourning.
Hold yourself still where you are.
Stay all your conclusions.
All the house lights dim.
I feel the heat of your impartial gaze
along my collarbone. Fetch the girl
an arch, a cusp where all her weight resides.
The best dreams are the lonely ones, I need no one
to save me but my neglect for the one
I was. She was there.
I kissed her fingers.
curled her hand in my fist and bit lips
my lips, their speech imbued
I will take all the weight of myself
learn the art of origami and send
you all a thousand hellos tasting
of the ache we crave.
The ache where our will resides.