we speak in long blinks
and sleep apnea. i count fifteen whole seconds
before you breathe in. we find respirators in your apartment
and almost need them for catching our breath,
your weight still settling onto our chests
and off of your feet —
i don’t believe in heaven
but somewhere you’re standing
crooked, white pine.
you actually reblogged something of mine on tumblr and i found your poetry and truly i have not found someone who writes like you do in a very long time. i'm really looking forward to going through your gallery.
i was about to ask what i had reblogged, but then i saw it on your dA profile. you've got some fantastic art! thanks for taking the time to look at my stuff and figure out who i am, haha - i'm lightyears beyond ecstatic that you like my work! thanks again!