i lie into you in a dark lit room
hands across, tangled beside
i hold to weep, strings you keep
we tangle in thought beside two hearts
to be in motion without hesitation
i die for you in summer
on cold nights i remember
you beside me, us as we
overshadowed by versions of me
i move in motions
lost translations
we break the mold of what could be
to form a reality of what is
and i say without indecision
to create something worth forming
thoughts and desire
mixed with a loss of friction
words make sense if you let them
your lips made sense if i had let them
tongues twist and so do necks
on dark summer nights
i used to love you
yet
only around midnight
tangled threads