Desire was this fast beating heart inside of
me,
pulled me out of bed and out into the cold
night.
Desire laced my boots up,
like the sound of them against pavement
was actually the sound of wings in flight.
An unstoppable thirst, we were trying
everything in sight,
we were growing out loud, we were laughing
wildly, we were
jumping into the pool naked, the hot air
wrapped around our bodies,
in motion, we were reading books about the
Spanish civil war, we were
writing songs about the way the stares of men
were acid rain against our flesh,
we were in love with the rooftops of our
city, we lusted after escape,
down the alleys, into bedrooms, into
basements, we had no forest of our own,
we spraypainted flowers in parking lots.
Desire was the bloom of yet to come.
Like how the wild joy gave way to fierce
rage.
Like how the too much knowing made the tender
spaces
sweeter.
Like how that much want takes on a body of
its own
and when it breathes,
you breathe with it.
