me

i’m standing tiptoe,

and the stars are right there

aching to be plucked,

weighed down by their charm,

i’m melting ever so slowly,

helplessly, into a jamjar of verse

you penned carelessly.

elemental dissolve

some call it.

there are incessant crickets

in this suffocating, cloying

butterscotch stained evening

you poured into the jar,

and sand from the beach

that smells of aftershave and seaweed,

i’m drawn deeper into your cold

and crowded secret heart,

waiting patiently at the bottom.

i watch a bubble escape

my lungs, it can hold

only so many honeyed lies

i’ve told myself and you’ve told me.

your crooked smile,

has left its fingerprint on my throat,

i’m drawn to the starless night,

let me go. i need to fly.