by Steven Kenworthy

she tip-toes through my chest,

a black swan slow broken beneath my mattress, pretty and
sleek, soft-necked and shimmering back to the moon her intoxicating crown
soaks my pillows with melodies of entanglement and loss.

her lucky vines behind my snow globe eyelids.
we spent our summers flying in brunette perfume.

I am treading water blind into the wallpaper fading.

I elevate above this goodnight to say hello

in every language you breathe,
I am the thought on your cursive lips.
I am the ghost who never goes away.

I can be with you tonight.
I will dissolve with the sun’s grin.
I can be with you tonight.

I can be with you tonight.


Author's Note: i am beside myself to be next to you

Posted on 03/27/2020
Copyright © 2021 Steven Kenworthy

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