i had a dream that
you held me against
the gray bathroom tiles
and kissed me in my school uniform
while your thumbs slipped under my
sweater and i remember
when our tongues could dance no more
i wrote this up and down
on the inside of your right hand:

“i am black ink and mismatched metaphors
flowing in my veins and
you are full of life and red blood
underneath your skin and
for the longest time i thought
i would keep this dead poetry inside of me
but when you touch me
i feel like i am breaking
in the most beautiful of ways
and my skin is on fire
with your love and
i am shattering completely
so much all at once that
i do not want this feeling to end
because i cannot contain
all my black ink words
inside me anymore
and i am sorry they
are spilling onto your skin
but that is where they
they have found life ”

- “the resurrection of my poetry” - x.v  (things i would write on your skin if could pt.1 ) // poetry from before