by: Heather Fawn
A poem befitting of the season that is at long last upon us…..
You break my heart and then restore it with things I didn’t even know existed
Your voice is 10,000 miles away and your breath is digital
You’re in a hot air balloon while the gears of my watch shift loudly
Stop you stop I stop this stopped
But it’s still going, independent, no one’s watching the road
I’ve got my hand up your shirt and I’m feeling for your heartbeat
In the dark we fumble but it’s not sinister
Icicles melted but the wet spots aren’t cold
Come and let me count the ins of your outs
Anomaly like a strange new fruit and I don’t
Really understand but it doesn’t taste bad
And I kind of like the color and the shape of things
Spontaneous regeneration, I hardly feel the skin
Pulling taut over scars given months
And weeks to heal, friends chipping into the process
You’re going really far away and you might not come back
The same or you might not come back at all
And I love you so much because you’re fucking beautiful
It’s not a compliment, it’s an observation and it’s
Hard to tell if your beauty is independent or
Transformative, a continuum in a series of choices
I hide you and I hide the edges where they’ve torn
It doesn’t matter so much because I hear the echo
Of the way my heart will lurch when you leave
I can’t think about the future
I can’t think about the past
You’re a now and you’re an urgent priority
Everything that we’ve learned before was wrong
And everything we’re about to learn is
Going to change everything
Please hold my hand
Hold me and hold my hand and
Hold this place in your book
I will find a fluency in the nuance you
Insist upon and I will listen hard
To the things you can’t say
