twisted, held your wrists.
I was the button cams who wanted to be your eyes. You
saw like the sun did. Just less mercifully.
tangles in your tricks. no knot deigns to
be ballet. you have rescues down your shirt, things
you never need
except to kill, except to eat. Fire starves
too easily. Diamonds are
rude enough to endure. Seismic tremors
distastefully observe you. they see as nothing as I see. If you
loved me, you’d love me blind. Close my
eyes till their resolutions shift, sizzle, fabric chips crackling
like camping grounds. Twisted in the trees,
nooses set up,
artistry in endless motion of
capsized islands that are my dials. Twist
Your focus is terrifying. Crack me. Quake me. Whatever. Break me.
I need your skillset,
baby, save me. Your smile’s china is shattering, unquietly. You
are not stronger than my solar system,
nor my immune autonomy. Cutlasses can my feelers bypass, but
your lockpicks run much deeper,
darling. Let me
dare to observe you, more
bonfire than sunlight. I will not
cast your shadow; I promise,
lovely. Bind my wrist to seal your dancer’s deals, even. See
me like the sky sees. I shine
back, somewhere between the twists you love,
the clicks adored by
every kind of joy, from hearts to holograms,
smokescreens to mysteries.