In heart to heart we flourish
a collision of existence
to weather the most violent storms
and make homes out of the horizon at dusk where the moon still softly speaks
before the stars die out
before we can no longer hear our heart pump the blood that races through our veins
and the skies subtle hues steals the breath from our open mouths.
If we are going to talk, let us talk.
Throw away what is polite and let me swallow the air you inhale
Let us climb over the walls we have constructed.
Beat them down with bleeding hearts.
Beat them down with clenched fists
welcoming the crumbled bricks and the gravel that has made a home in our skin now
enduring the blood that is more our knuckles now than flesh
pour some whisky on your wounds and carry onward.
When time was what we were handed
and lovers who spat poison upon us
withering us down to a single star,
when we had universes inside of us.
A flickering flame,
when we were a blazing inferno.
Let us tear the fear from our bones.
Let us not chain our words behind our teeth.
If we are going to touch, then let us touch.
Like it is the first time we have been granted this sense
and the last time.
Glue the tips of your fingers to the warm glow of my skin
and lay my bones down gently.
Skin pressed against skin, let my tattoos stain the empty parts of your flesh.
Let my stories become your stories
my art your art.
With the calming chaos of our souls intwined.
In heart collisions we thrive
by part and by piece
I want to taste the universe that is held inside of you
because we were made for this.