Between cocktails, insomnia and jetlag
I wonder how to measure the distance
between us
in kites
and how to name all the clouds –
not by their classifications
cumulus, nimbus, cirrus, stratus
but by memories.
Touch me
like this
here no
not like sin
not like threadbare
not like lick me raw
hold me
like this
like a damaged feast
a lost call
a storm in a cheek
like an answer
to a question
you didn’t dare ask.