i take a step back
and begin to water my dream garden
but end up withering away
in the bone dry soil.
my skin is hot and all forms
of moisture coagulates on my fingertips
and palms until it evaporates
into the air you both breathe.

there are splinters in my knees
and eyeliner in my blood
and the voices flexing and stretching
the insides of my ears.

i can't scream
cause you'll both come running
with flowers that have
lost their petals to lovers

and nasty vocabulary to match.