Log -5: Bring Us Down

I chose this, maybe

I feel pure in his gaze

Disinfected

With drug store alcohol

He’s rolling paper

Pinched between two fingers

Slippery, fragile

Blunt and evasive

Sometimes I fragment

Into only feelings

Into skin cells

Invading the carpet

My scattered form shoulders

His weight, his feet

I sink deeper as he rises

The laws of gravity

Tendrils of smoke

Turn to bitter clouds

I only see mist

And the hazy moonlight

Through blinds

One hand hooked on heaven

One around my neck

Sometimes I wonder

If he was ever there at all