We crossed paths in a place  

I wouldn’t dare to say 

To the cashier, nor border officer  

An oddity, an understatement, 

But us nonetheless.  

 

I opened myself with a tin lid, 

Little rose petals sobbing in my palm. 

I thought of you 

And wondered if you’d care for me 

Like you did for all the others. 

 

I didn’t know I loved you then.  

 

We jumped platforms, 

Feet snagged in the tracks. 

The train could’ve barrelled, 

Yet we’d lay, clouds above our heads, 

Suffocated as the moon danced onward. 

 

Ironic, 

The existence we fabricate  

So far from our own 

Enriched with sin and trauma  

Is our escape from mundanity  

Among tragedy in our own. 

 

Gunked-up pipe for sucking, 

Sucked away another light. 

A bosom, a source, even in question, 

But still your own.  

If only I’d have cradled you 

as the prayer was hummed into the earth.  

 

We’re dreamers 

Dreamers, indeed.  

Though, your dream makes me laugh.  

Come here, you said to me 

Come north, to the glazed pavement, 

Come someday, to the mucked banks. 

You’d turn blue 

and I’d call it devotion. 

 

That’s what matters most. 

 

Despite the claw and fang  

Nurtured and honed 

To keep inside what fears you hold, 

Your loyalty to one 

Is the knot in our souls.