an odd parallel foiled balanced gemini,
perfect harmonious and wrapped in discord.
both boyflesh warm in one woman's belly:
reality witnessed only with skin soaked in sleep.
when my fingers go loose around one bluish hand,
they grasp yet another to find the same sad eyes
inset like glaciers above cetacean mind.
your relations are a mystery, ancient and crystalline,
recurring so smoothly like my endless cold dreams.
and when you are thinking about past interaction
and what you could've maybe possibly said,
recall that one path closed to make the other choice easier
to settle and nestle and live life as film.

right now we are sleeping surrounded by windows of forest,
locked in a battle of whether or not i'm all there.
with empty sheets that lay beside you,
you're moving and mewing and curled 'round my legs.
and on my opposite side of the world, i think of you dying
while my arms stretch out into violet mist.

dust blowing and weaving and it's gone to the earth
and we'll bury our sons like we plant seeds in the garden.
you'll stare at the dirt and i'll stare at the memory,
fruitful in only the few things he left.
so cry with me, baby, i want a reaction
from some chemical to dissolve the armor in your brain.
my fingers will seek out the rilles and craters
eclipsed by some worry that dug under your feet.