maybe this is a conversation
stretching text across every silence
listening to every restless turn of meaning
but the moon is gone now
and the clouds are not as warm as to hold as I dreamed they might be
I tried to tell you, I would lie to save you
pushing the tides back against your peeling flesh
with every word I knew
with the look in my eyes
with the beat of my heart
as I set my soul on fire
and dance with my arms wrapped around deaths hollow shoulders
that I feel right now
how much this is.
