IX.


We made a deathcamp together, remember?
Canvas and sticks in your backyard.
The smoke filled my lungs and I blew you out sensually — goodnight!
We could touch our toes then.
And we loved it.
We could flex so far we split straight into the back bending light of tremble.

A wormhole ripple, shivering.
I knew then we were too good for one another.
Everything exponential ever —
you never learned to stop transcending.
I felt afraid of you before I ever saw your gleam.