Bodies in My Closet

LXXII

The way my fingers slip
inside your mouth with such ease,
and how you find peace in my silence,
the blood frozen in my veins
that finally begins flowing
when you laugh for the first time that day,
and when you twirl your hair,
the way you try to listen
when I forget how communication works,
all those things seem too good to be true.
I still can't trust you.

- I Can't Trust the Future