i spend too much time thinking

about this alternate universe

that i continue to create these

images that i know shouldn’t

and forming  them in my head

that imply distinct differences

than my flesh carries out

ever since our first time

around the sun

but meeting you changed everything

and your status is much different

than mine but that will not keep me

from you.

 

touch me

i left it in your hands

simply because

they’re bigger than mine

and i’m sure they can

carry much more than

i can.

but  you touched me

with those hands

and it left me wondering

if clammy and soft

hands are much different

than mine

and i quickly realized

it wouldnt be your hands

saving me

its you.