so
fourteen inches separates
that i would glance into your
and you know that, right?

we have become notorious for unfinished sentences
what trickles out of mouths
is the stuttering stream of consciousness
down which
affection swims
and bubbles to the surface

i don’t know the name of this
but i’d like to buy in

to see you shine so pure
i surely would never worry about it again

and it’s not my first time playing
still luck is my unreliable friend

oh and i
i do think they’re listening in
i do know they’d
never understand

but

i see it written in my eyes and my mouth
golden light blinding
when the riddles come out