The rubber band bites, so good,
In the skin—like kiss—as blade.
A blessed red face, giving of marks,
To remember her, along the bone of an eye.
“It keeps me tethered to you, just as red,” I said.
Just like hands made from rain whisper— “enough.”
When it is.
Clouds serrated, above our heads,
If we had the strength—we’d leave trails behind.
I could just lift you above my head, push you through,
In the vague hope you’ll climb higher than me.
Learn: The haze between us—(the same mist of
Heaven—we dug our fingers into once)—waits.
& It always has.