I close my eyes and imagine a night in the summer -
Some sort of alternate universe where
My wrists are clean from vivid desperation
And you still look at me with loving fascination;
Where every kiss feels like the first
And we drink each other's passion with unquenchable thirst
The night is cold but still
Warm enough to lay belly up on top of the old theater;
there's something about laying three stories above the small town streets
That makes us feel as though there is no room for defeat-
Our fingers intertwined
Beneath deep indigo skies
I stand barefoot
At the ledge,
I ask you if you've ever flirted with death -
"Every day," you reply as you light up a cigarette,
"But it's not caught up to me quite yet."
Have you ever
Danced under the milky moonlight?
(let me drink it off your skin)
Barefoot through rainy city streets?
(drown me in your kiss like the rain drowns the rats in the sewer)
Published by Jasmine Uitto