04.10.08 / 7:48 pm

you say:
"i've never just pulled someone into the trees
and kissed them."
and i say:
"i've never had 'a spot' at the park."
and the sound of those words makes me forget
that i ever was in love.

you say:
"i miss our chemistry."
and i reply
"god knows i miss you too."
in the long run, only seconds, beautiful complications.

there are so many parts, chemical, individual,
that burst and bloom; expression without numerical order,
without coordinates, without planes.
i would love to forget that i ever was a man,
if i could just touch the truth of what i really am.

the night tells me a thousand things,
midnight smolders in cigarette smoke
and ash.
it says:
"you cannot be."