their very existence in this world is seen as a political act in itself.
…i’m not psychic.
I could tell then that it was better to submerge (and thus re-enter)
Love I did not have to
feel threatened by
it can’t sit together
with whatever desires and needs
we foolishly fling at eachother
what about that
Would that blow?
Will you lean in for a kiss or stammer something dumb about needing to go?
your heart’s seen enough but your lungs want to go on.
sometimes aware of the obsessive stare.