you folded elbows, knees, fingertips

around the paper thin frame of mine

pulled me close

and whispered 

these are the things we cannot control

the little hopes

the just maybe this time I’ll be okays

and I promise this time

it won’t turn out the same and

twinkle eyes

I will be around for a while

and I shivered and said

for once I don’t wish I was dead

it actually doesn’t hurt to breathe

and you fulfill all of my needs and

what is control and order when

pressing against you feels like

being uncorked

one screw too loose

hair whipping in wind

and breathlessness.

We chuckled to ourselves

and ate up the space between us

smoldered air in our lungs

fit corners and edges into 

perfect slots

and loved.