Somehow you’re like the pop crack of a soda, sweet and dark and deep and burning my tongue with bright colors, and you don’t even realize it
But you undo me and put me back together again, with the path your thumb traces on mine or your pink music of strange poetry,
the lyrics like a ripe blackberry burst in my mouth as I crunch the seeds,
Or maybe like mint tea that burns my lip as it cools it, you are the end and the beginning. When we make love I come apart into a thousand pieces,
holding onto you like you could save me, your heartbeat mixing with mine through our skin,
Steam rising off of our joined limbs, the teakettle whistles.
I see you everywhere; your music follows me around in invisible waves.
The reality of you is a little like a dream. I like to see your mouth part when I kiss your neck,
The involuntary twitch in your jaw; I like to see you come apart too.
I don’t know what I would see if I could stare into your soul, if I would see fire or ice or darkness
but I know it must be there.
If I could, I would climb to the summit of a mountain, taste the cool air and find you, the real you there.
I love you blindly like a maniac who doesn’t know what love is.
I look into your eyes and my soul shakes like an opera singer trying to give the gift of love or hope or beauty in her voice;
I don’t know if you can see my cracks or not.
The first time you kissed me my brain lit up, a cosmos of synapses and stars I didn’t know existed.
Now I hold you close to me and your nose is poking my eye but I don’t care because when you’re here everything burns and it feels like Truth.