a peace agreement.
i yearn for the cold touch of your fingertips upon my thinner skin
and two hearts untrained that beat together in synchronization,
so perfect it should be illegal the way we melt together into one
another - your felt tip ink pen sinking into manufactured paper.
write my story between your lines so they don't find out and let
me carry your blood smeared on the tattered white flag folded
up in my back pocket.