Seven.

we lay together, twisted and entwined
pretzels. tangled.
i am secretly in awe over the details of your body,
things before unappreciated but now, in full view,
i worship you.
but my god you must remain ignorant
a haunting suspicion that i am overestimating already,
getting attached

hopeful.

leads to woeful if i am not careful.
a comment here, how you are... present, hear, but not at times.
on the phone, in your hand while i am sitting here at the table staring at you.
and yet.
let it go. i breathe and swallow it
that sinking feeling,

oh, earth is still here?
i dont want to come down from this cloud

bury my feet in the sand
keep me here on land.


what have i done?
where am i going to be led? ...
i am excited to go with you, cannot navigate without you-
please dont jump ship.