for you

if feelings are fluid then so is

the way you run your hands through your hair halfway out of your braid

your breath against my neck since you don't want others to hear

whatever you're saying that soon i'll forget, except i won't

forget your golden eyes or the gap

between your teeth that i hope to god they'll never close. 

if feelings are fluid then so are

the long nights melting into blurry mornings that i spent

thinking of him, thoughts that mean everything

until they don't until i 

sit with you in silence and think

that what we have is better.

if feelings are fluid then they might not be there,

i might be carried away by the dying sunset and whispered song

the embers of a day that finally felt like spring, but i think

you felt it too, the sort of magic

that makes you call my name across the darkening parking lot

when we've already waved goodbye. i want

to tell you everything, but i don't know you yet, only

the echoes you show to me, and you

only know the parts of me i've excavated,

chosen and ripped off my skin

for you. and if

feelings are fluid then i guess i might feel everything,

everything and nothing,

for you.