lover is a day

cancer moon

my girl is well trained in swallowing hearts whole
when we kiss she keeps her acrylics pressed onto the moles on my neck

i guess it's so i remember what her hands feel like
so i understand the power behind them

we chant in latin on top of my minnie mouse bedsheets,
clad only in linen drenched in salt water
we conjure spirits with gold plated faces that won't watch when i part my mouth for her

she promises me that her soul and my own are bound, fated
i tell her that i have sweetened myself for her,
gouged tongue and liver,
hid all of the echoes under the broken sink

i tell her i think i'm a liar
she tells me that's not what her deities have spoken
she sees that i got good intentions and that even though the quartz under my pillowcase don't keep nightmares away
i leave it because she told me it'll keep me calm

she knows i trust her
and that if she makes me jasmine tea i will crumble for her
and i know that if my shaky hands reach for her waist she will smile at me like i've just learned this
which really isn't far from the truth at all

it's an innocent kind of love
the kind that buzzes under flaps of skin and drifts through the air like dandelion fluff

she wants someone she can pray for i think
and i just want someone who believes in something