A M A R I S 🕊

[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.

“As we drive back down the mountain road we are sleepy from the heat, and so full from all the bananas. A tropical thunderstorm has started, so loud we can’t hear ourselves speak, so we don’t. It’s warm and my skin is damp. I think I smell like the rainforest. Maybe my body of water is the rainforest or the whole city in the rain; maybe my rivers are all these small waterfalls. I can’t see anything outside through the mist except occasional flashes of banana tree fields. I keep looking back until they disappear.”

Let's not talk. We're not good at it. With you I am useless with words. As if somehow I had to learn to speak all over again, as if the words I needed haven't been invented yet. We're cowards. Come back to bed. At least there I feel I have you for a little. For a moment. For a catch of the breath. You let go. You ache and tug. You rip my skin.