you were not one
to speak, so i spoke
for us
the solution was always slower

late bloomers,
brought from fall to summer
on the backs of wild rumors,
the sun we’re lying under
cracks beneath the thunder

and slides closer,

I ask if you remember
you tremble like a clover
mumbling over and over

I take your hand,
you give me a look I don’t quite understand

I breathe your name,
you draw constellations of us in the rain

How much I want to know you
How much I want to know you
To show you, bestow you,
and to protect from what you go through

here’s a heart
getting truer every day:
a mind fuck
to wind up
in the exact right place