before the full moon rises

i thought of you in the shower as the scalding water fell down my back, turning my skin red. as if anything could be as hot as your hand when you held me; you're my favourite song on loop and the solo of my favourite that i skip to keeps repeating, we're stuck in this endlessly, how fateful

i am the lightning that burns everything, and you are all the echoes after, gracefully, why people down below stare up in awe, all we wait for. “so what do you think?”, your voice breaks through the clouds and i come falling back to earth, “oh” i say, not that i wasn’t paying attention, you were talking for 2 hours and i’ll remember all of it, like i always do, most days i forget my house keys but never you. i was staring at your lips, “what do i think?”, i think of something appropriate other than “i would kiss you even if your mouth was filled with poison, only for the taste”, other than “i am completely dedicated to you, i would be your insulin if i could”. i waited long enough and your mouth screws, i feel a knot in my heart but i love the sight of the lines on your face, i want to draw maps, i say something that pleases you and you continue, i always look for things that’ll get you to open up, another anthology named after you, i have the same seat every time, my chin is always resting on my hand and i leave your place with indents everywhere and a longing for the same spot. i love existing with you, and i am circling where we overlap, i don’t like travelling much, oh don't stray away, they always stray away.