i like to think about the way you told me I looked like a picture
pointing to a goddess in the stars on the wall of the cosmic coffee shop inside the temple of everyone’s worst sins with bad branding
for a night that felt, to me,
like the thread of our light turned to smoke
tangled in a ball of tarred hair,
something the plumber would’ve pulled out of my shower,
it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me.

i tried to talk to you today
through pleasure fluids vibrating in cosmic rainbow
in the same spot i told you “not today” not that long ago.

it took me so long to realize
the way you held me down by the mouth
in mornings darkened by our own personal dawn
was the mark of the earth,
dirt beast of dream lives.