Want

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.