midnight vows

[dreamybruises]

we keep our energy to ourselves,
mixing our colors,
becoming plum-hearted.
becoming addicts.

honey-lit in the alley, making promises;
you keep
insisting on a kind of strike-slip
between my skin
and the roughest part of that cement.

you crawl inside my head
and look out through
my mahogany dream:
it's still a visceral scene

of you and me

(baby...)