goose bumps are the ocean saying ‘I want you’

 

a hard penny in your pocket pressed against me

it’s warm on your doorstep but you’re shaking still

you never thought i’d be here so soon but

i had to catch you before you grow

 

let anyone whisper the mundane with trembling lips in secret rendezvous in empty hallways and abandoned classrooms

corrosive as an ocean you barely have to move

yet when i breathe your eyes dance a rhythm i’ve never heard before

 

eager alcoholics both it’s a strange brew we drink this time

in front of the velvet curtain a certain jazz band names the number

your forehead lights up ‘I am’

in bright white

(pascal wasn’t wrong, but he’ s just as dead as before

some other widow tasted him first)

and i kiss the words and i kiss the parchment

and i am behind the curtain at last

 

xeroxing our skin into one siamese twin

you taste like passion when your fingers bleed your dream

a universe of echoes stains your white skirt red

it’s real

it’s real

it’s real

 and it’s always forever been