Inflection

"ever yours, ever mine"

arms reaching for something more

outward, inward

backward, forward

i feel a rasp on my wrist

a tangle in my throat

and that silhouette is cracking my vision

 

god, to crawl into that maze

without being swallowed

 

the bones in her fingers tear at my skin

my shoulders are snagged

and there are beads forming all along my arms

tiny little gasps, sad little yawns,

an involuntary laugh, a sacred shudder

underneath her sprawl

 

god, to curl into my other self

without feeling foreign

 

a salve was pressed onto my body

harder, impressing itself into my core

until there were no more sighs,

not a single longing in my joints, just

an ache for where the clouds part themselves

and limbs extend beyond their length

 

god, to feel the rustle she makes

when i close my eyes