They're seeping through the cracks in our window,
fragments of pleasurable
devastation.
I close the blinds back over you, "another week?
– month?" Hesitation.
Held in a twilight,
far from the floor,
I'm not ready for the fall
but you're calling for more.
Fuck.
Your knees arched
like a child playing hide and seek,
but your eyes are open -
One, two, three -
You're standing and walking…
don't give up on me.