We were meant to dance
I think
This is how the, Push me.
Push me. love rounds
Into something more like sway
With the long ache and
Hold me up
Hold me up.

-M.

From my left hand broken
Though my body is whole
You know it with yours

Raw honey from my ring finger
To your neck that velvet
Spot below your ear

Milk and marble cake from
My mouth on your birthday
And on mine.

-M.

You’ve said soon
A thousand times it doesn’t
Make me miss you any less
It doesn’t manifest in ether The smell of you either I miss
That scent like flowers
But manly in a way
That makes me laugh stop
Making me laugh I seriously I do
Miss you
I want to say
Your tender touch but I
Don’t want to sound stupid and
I want to say your rough touches too
But I’m too mad to be
Dirty with you
Right now anyway the way
You put a dob of
Cream cheese frosting on
The tip of my nose that time and
Licked it off I hated that
My nose smelled like spit
For what seemed like weeks it
Wasn’t funny to anyone but you
I miss that too.

-M.

If you ask for blessing
With both fists clenched
Where does your lover
Lay the present

And how do you
Unwrap it?

-M.