“antigravity”
you whisper and
instead of kissing
we scratch evidence
into our palms
lips
cheeks
a fingernail
snagging
the tender valley
below my jaw
later
I will pretend
the blood
doesn’t bother me
later
I will stroke
the wounds you left
on the canvas
of my thigh
and later
the swell of alien tides
later
a thousand memory mouths
later
wings
later
fire
later
moons
and
interstellar soaring
and
pleasure
crosshatched
below my navel
and
fists like heat shields
carbon on carbon
rattling between us
as if
those blows
could
somehow
protect us
from each other