4/17/13

one night in my attic

you placed a map, on tiptoes

above my bed

told me about all the places we would go

while I kissed the flesh

on the inside of your ankle

you lost your balance

and fell into the arms I vowed

 you could always trust

That night I rattled off

All the reasons we should be together

When you asked me about her, I lied

Spoke of invisible truths and concrete walls

In order to distract you

I mentioned the scar on your neck

The one that is shaped like the country

Your grandmother is from

I said your lips tasted like pepper

And that you were always running laps

 in my mind

That we are two copies of the same soul

and on some days I feel I could

give you the World,

If you let me.