under construction

My skin is

the construction of

every person I have

ever loved and every

place I have ever sunk

into and every

moment I have written

down in my

memory with ink.


tiptoeing the glass

life twists itself around your lips like my favorite song,
its melody calling out the words from inside your mouth with extravagance,
the sound erupting like an avalanche

your touch sits on my skin like tattooed memories,
fingers leaving traces of every word you’ve ever said,
their vowels laying delicately in my brain,

cherry lips and soft hair like a beautiful disaster,
the call of gentle whispers sinking in,
your eyes breaking apart the sentences of every tragedy I’ve ever written,

and I swear you are the sweetest thing to have ever touched my lips.