paradise amidst pandemic
i made us sandwiches because all the restaruants were closed
we sat together on a cold day, making sure that we werent too close for contagion to spread
and then the sun shone, as if god said "you are right"
we pecked eachother on the cheak and neck, learning what our bodies were for at a time when they were weapons
all i wanted to do was absorb your presence into my everlasting present
we drank water from seperate glasses
every touch of the face was accompanied by purell
our love would travel but contagion would not, and as we layed in eachothers arms looking at the cold sky i pondered how this moment is everyhting i could have ever wanted and yet its here, and its so simple. no fireworks, just cold air and warm breath.
we ate at the G train stop, so filthy, and the facade wore off
i got the call that my mom tested negative and we kissed so deeply in that instance, hours of anticipation and careful planning cast to the abyss from which all love springs
we contaminated eachotehr in that moment
and then went our seperate ways, counting the days till we could see eachother again. the hours dont tick by fast enough, i push the seconds past me like vines in a jungle but tehre is nowhere to go, nothing to do but suture
all love is suture, to love is to suture, all we can do is suture
and because of all this i understand what being an adult is. for the first time i feel my age. for the first time i can feel myself growing up in real time. adulthood is the management of minutia, navigating the collapse of your dreams and seeing it fostered in small things. maybe there is metaphor in my broken space bar, in the abandoned shoe, in the quiet streamer
all i have of this moment is a polaroid and a memory. which will decay faster, i wonder. we both kissed it because we knew that it would be a long time before we could kiss again. i refuse to forget the taste of her lips and the not so subtle curvature of her smile.
until we can contaminate eachother once again
- me to you
we sat together on a cold day, making sure that we werent too close for contagion to spread
and then the sun shone, as if god said "you are right"
we pecked eachother on the cheak and neck, learning what our bodies were for at a time when they were weapons
all i wanted to do was absorb your presence into my everlasting present
we drank water from seperate glasses
every touch of the face was accompanied by purell
our love would travel but contagion would not, and as we layed in eachothers arms looking at the cold sky i pondered how this moment is everyhting i could have ever wanted and yet its here, and its so simple. no fireworks, just cold air and warm breath.
we ate at the G train stop, so filthy, and the facade wore off
i got the call that my mom tested negative and we kissed so deeply in that instance, hours of anticipation and careful planning cast to the abyss from which all love springs
we contaminated eachotehr in that moment
and then went our seperate ways, counting the days till we could see eachother again. the hours dont tick by fast enough, i push the seconds past me like vines in a jungle but tehre is nowhere to go, nothing to do but suture
all love is suture, to love is to suture, all we can do is suture
and because of all this i understand what being an adult is. for the first time i feel my age. for the first time i can feel myself growing up in real time. adulthood is the management of minutia, navigating the collapse of your dreams and seeing it fostered in small things. maybe there is metaphor in my broken space bar, in the abandoned shoe, in the quiet streamer
all i have of this moment is a polaroid and a memory. which will decay faster, i wonder. we both kissed it because we knew that it would be a long time before we could kiss again. i refuse to forget the taste of her lips and the not so subtle curvature of her smile.
until we can contaminate eachother once again
- me to you
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