It is still,

lowering our lids

Resigned to the

shit we spit last

night, you're

denying,

I'm pleading

quiet

on

infinite

reservations

We

held-

It is still

with you.

Exhaling

velvet

You turn your head and pretend

disassociation is your only vice but

I felt it

It is still

with you-

Everything.

and

recalling each hesitation luring you

from love I imagine the still and

its stillness enough

with you.

Caressing the ankles of someone I loved, love

Gently, up and down, careening around bones, feeling

What you like, it's getting hard, when we don't talk

Nothing is right, and I don't feel it

you're elated,

I'm sedated,

spewing liquid

and unrest

But we can't acknowledge

anything, outside this

room

I'm fine, gone,

but you're not

and

I'm picking shards

After you leave-

desolate

holes

emptying

flesh

Careening through

everything that's lost

we've suffered enough.

you're pleading

for more, and

I'm complying

to a former love

in this room

A Marionette for acceptance, we found ourselves tame,

Conquered,

With no clarity

But that was alright,

We didn't know any better

We were self-taught

Practicing to old russian films

of Nijinsky, pirouetting

with insanity-

We tried it.

The eloquent rage,

Confusion, we

Mimicked the tremble

in his Contortions,

We didn't know any better

And

It's never been hard for you-

Twisting Italy around your fingers,

Drowning yourself in Peru

But I'm losing something

Among the flowers standing at attention