In Arms
In your veins, the bed slips away. Bricks dissolve, and the walls get thin. In your arms, I see through my skin. My organs float in the candle’s glow. In your bones, the sound of the rain soothes something in my darkest heart. Visceral thing, intangible song; things I’ve known seem to fall away. In your brain, lights creep to my eyes. Stars get stuck in my swollen throat. You’re on fire and I’m getting close. Event horizon, a whirlpool’s edge. Here I go again.
