The precipice of our love
that right now dangles over me
promises

your breath will swim through my veins
like salt water;
your fingerprints will live like ghosts
crawling beneath my skin
and your name will fasten straight through
my heart like an eye hook.
Baby, your poems will fill up the empty spaces
of our breaking
once the air between us divides.

Our palms, their tangled lines unraveling
our mouths filling with each others’ lies.