who could ever know why

i like to watch the way things change

like toenails curling

around edges of un-noted strength

blisters getting bigger 
before they shrink back into place

hugging, hard on soft

we need each other

who could ever know why

you might be like a blister on me

or a cloud

changing shape

impossible to catch 

a dragon, a chimney, a dream

something i need

reasonlessly 

like feet, and history

maybe we could walk together for 

a while

in the back alley

the back yard

tracing birthmarks with fingers

naming the shapes like clouds

wondering how we ended up 

bare backs on the ground

leaning into the sky

like always

it's changing again

the way my hand feels 

cozying your love handle

and i like not knowing what to call

the wild pull

storm-like

that gusts through my body like a wind bowl

everyone wearing goggles

eyes open

somehow able to see

the sun flickering 

through terror drops landing 

everywhere

my brain weighs the weight of 

running

like a thumping load 

with no good destination

your face tells me a secret

i can't hear in words

so i listen my ear into your chest:

enough thumping loads

to tell all the clouds bedtime stories

i'm not sure who's whispering

but i'm sticking around

to find out