we agree too much, talk too much;
your eyes are so dark you can only see the iris
if you're me; my alice's idiolect is
mine too, i cannot delineate the two
of us, because
when you pressed our faces
together i secretly prayed that god
would smite us.
and they would only
find one body having arc welded our
skeletons and flesh and blood
together in a congealed puddle at
3500 degrees celcius
and i hoped they wouldn't be able
to identify the body. that it could
be just us in a heaven of our
own making--
don't indulge me, i can't keep this
up, i think that the lines between us
should stay solid but your hands
are so warm -- despite the fact that
we both have bad circulation; we've made
the mistake to curl up together, press
my icy hands to your heart, sparking
like a piston engine, like the clattering
of the cylinders that fire
off my oxytocin receptors
but please, i need to remember
the rules, i need to remember
the rules, i need to remember
you -- i need to remember the
rhythm of your jazz-step
heart; just one more time,
i'll memorise a beat like fingernails
skittering on cold cold glass
just one more time, just this time
before i go, and
i promise next time i'll be better
and i'll stick to the rules