October has been so uncharacteristically warm
on this blueblack night
tangled in reeds
and blankets on the beach,
salt spray and moon milk pouring over us;
words
fall from our mouths
as easily as the wine flows in;
sentences
punctuated by tannic kisses.
I go through phases—
like the moon;
I think our love
is waning.
I have a dream catcher
in my room.
They say they take your nightmares away.
I hung it
on the wall.
So what I really want to know is,
why the fuck
are you still here?
I lost myself in you;
Buttons in the bottom of a boot
Bouncing into rubber walls,
Getting stepped on.
Your arms around mine,
a pumpkin vine—
intertwined;
we grow.
I counted your lashes
Like they were wishes
And blew them,
Dandelion seeds
Across our universe.
