abecedarian in love

apophasis is the device whereby one

brings up a subject by denying it should be discussed.

conveniently, in this case, I do not have to say the thing.

deep in my muscle tissue are heartbreak & generational 

excuses for apathy. I am waiting for you to say it

first because inevitably I will

get carried away. when you hold my wrists at night checking for a pulse it is

hard not to split the skin open & say here, take me,

it is yours. listing all the men I have been in bed with 

jumbles my chronology, tests my affinity for remembering names. I would 

kill anyone that came between us.

let me tell you something I learned this morning:

Metis orbits Jupiter faster than the planet’s own rotation. I am 

not spiralling, and you are not my axis. but, that moon’s

orbit will eventually decay. It will bond with the

planet of abundance, slip into its atmosphere. 

quit looking at me like that, I am almost done.

right now, our own moon is in Capricorn—which means we should

stake out our long-term plans. you are my plans, I hope that’s clear.

there are not enough words to describe your luminosity. 

under the duvet you caress my blood, cannulate my

veins with ease. no part of me could be closed to your line placements.

when the time comes, we’ll mark this date with an

x. 

yesterday in a whisper, you laid out your language & 

zealously I said, I do too.