what I want most of all is the weight of your fingers
on my neck, right where the blood pounds hardest,
where you and I both know how alive you make me come.
we've had so many late nights together but the paths
we walk diverged: I look for you across the chasm,
taking my own tentative steps forward and wishing
we could still balance against each other. now
alone in my sunrises, adrift in my early mornings,
I lean into the wind and wait to hear echoes from
the night before-- did she make you moan? did she
drag her nails down you just right? I gather my gravel
in both pockets, sifting it through anxious hands,
a counterweight to the way my stomach drops out
when I hear you call my name. you and I and these
heights, we will never be safe, we will never be still.