when we kiss,
i’m a train on the runaway—
second wind for an elevate:
i’m opened up,
you’ve got my heart
out on display.
and when you move,
i break like waterglass—
taillights fade in the tunnel pass.
if it’s all the same to you,
i think i’ll stay this way:
lost my grip on the leverage,
hanging onto limerence—
what does it say about me
if i decorate these chains,
tied up in the milky way?
i am iron and bone,
and in your head,
on borrowed time,
it’s gentle in
the fold.