2021-01-15, density

it was after midnight when i reached out for you
– where reality and dreams felt lost in prolonged greeting.
every time we kiss, a dizzying burn on the tip of my tongue
a rose hip fluttering in the pit of your stomach

wanting to recreate you i pretend my thoughts are legos
– constructed in the passion of a sky so resistant to air
that fires we create overtake the wildness of land

after all this vaunted time
– beneath all these discreet hours
you remain buried in the rootless opacity of my haunting need