DANCER
8.19.19
“how do you not see physics, Blue?”
sweet naive, you ask the wrong questions
how do you not yet understand
nothing is ever what it seems
i told you before
i’ve been humbled
today i walk gracefully, intentionally, curiously
for someone with a knack
for always knowing more than they should
you are painfully blind
besides, that was fucking rude.
8.17.19
last night i burned alive
came back a little less lunar
a little more human
a little more sunshine now
what witchcraft it is
to sunrise every morning
and not ask if it is time
if the sky is ready
or if we have permission
to burn wildly
what a treacherous thing – knowing my power
that same night you asked
to be on top
i bit my tongue instead of yours
hammers disguised as questions
crushing my glass house ideas of what i think i want
tug of war
with a mind insulted by the thought
making my body shake with desire
8.16.19
Falling like the stars
when you asked why i was nervous
i didn’t realize there were doors still closed
in me
somewhere
i must have know
loving your dance would inevitably mean
one less padlock for me
one more key for you