I know that somewhere in this multiverse
we are riding waves like wild, Asian elephants
and our minds lock the way our fingers did.
Somewhere; I can try to love you (whatever
that means) without feeling the need
to break your will. A vicious trainer,
my tongue lashes imprint scars
on your skin, your brain. That wouldn’t
be me. The universe is full of waves, my love
and I know you were never into science
and I don’t blame you, but the fact is
that the universe is still full of waves,
in and out of sync. Complimenting; amplifying
or conflicting; destroying each other.
This time we were the latter, sweetness and
god don’t get me wrong. I fucking
miss the sickly sweet ignorance that came with
the warmth of your skin and the pulsing waves
of light extinguishing, mind shattering
orgasms and I miss my room smelling
of sweat and femininity, but it’s time
to open the window.
I’ve thrown the leash in the sea now and
it curled like a snake for a little while.
We all deserve to be free.