Here is a solid floor to dream upon.

I.

We are caught.

We say we can't

let each other go,

so let's not.

II.

Cocooned,

we will watch

film noir,

and kiss and

kill and kiss

and bang bang.

III.

I am straight-edge

on making you

hell-bent.

IV.

You are a

four-lead clover

in a tree-leafed

existence.

V.

I get flighty, sometimes.

This skin is too tight for

the birds in my chest.

VI.

I been through

your cool social graces.

I am caught in the

whitest darkness.

VII.

Sometimes,

there is nothing

to forget and

everything to

remember.

VIII.

Thinking of us

vertically is enough

to give me vertigo.

IX.

A thousand thunderstorms later,

I am still your 2 am lullaby.

X.

For all I know,

I don't know.

And maybe,

I don't have to.