Dec 16, 2022
and skinned knees
sometimes the spark between us is spiked like your jacket, your whole self electric barbs
and sometimes they pierce me and someone says, wait
and sometimes they snare me and someone says, more
and neither of us are eloquent enough to do anything about it.
.
and someday you are going to forge your barbs into muzzle and tie to keep me restrained
because without leash or lead or bridle i would follow my feelings and feet and thoughts and fingers through the fields
and back to you, knocking you over
and over again
and we would tumble down all limbs and laughter
(and other L words)
and it would be a long time before we would get back up
.
and i cant let that happen
i know you hate grass stains.
