we were burning on fumes of our night
twirling under a somber street light
you seem to echo like vibrations of
the foundation of our limitations
languor pulls, words transcend
we’re spinning in circles
calling for cessation
i used to wonder how this would be
the final conversation
we converse in spirits
in rhymes without reasons
and i take you between fists
not to feel but to grip
between something which feels like this
we’re dancing in paces
stuck in paraphrases
a hundred different faces
could you even fathom?
two atoms and a beat
one atop me
another beneath the street
of where i left you in fall of 23
we take meaning out of moments
while the moment still exists
we forget bliss in our desires
building wildfires in the distance
a self destruction
a fixation of self isolation
in our summer