monogamous
i learned about scaffolds in a poem and didn’t understand it’s metaphor for love but last night i climbed with you and did not stop climbing we were on top of your house close to the stars it’s as if, if san francisco wasn’t so foggy and if cop flashlights weren’t so bright we could maybe reach out on our toes and touch one i suck in my breath when u bite my neck and exhale defeated when you pull away if this is wrong i am wrong and my stubborn dominants they don’t want to admit that but they will, and if this is wrong i want the scaffolding to disappear beneath us i walk that tightrope between it and you fearful but you say “i’ll hold your beer” “take my hand” and there am i foot ahead of foot then at yours if the scaffolding disappears we’ll be stuck, i don’t have a cigarette i will smoke yours i suck in my breath when you bite my neck and then exhale that breath when you bite my neck and i suck in a breath when you bite my neck and exhale again again i’ll never see you again but it’s always better like this but when i see flowers i’ll think of you and i’ll think of you when i feel fingertips pinch at the skin between my shoulderblades wondering if two humans could have the same two hands i know it’s impossible but i hope
