i understood, finally, what it meant to be temporary.
how to live in a room that was previously
abandoned.
we are all just different combinations of 26 letters;
our wrists are the houses that hold us,
our atoms the sea in which we swim.
nothing we do in our lives will be significant
unless we learn how to change the pull of the tides
and make love to the moon.
i was never interested in sex.
i only wanted your hand playing the bones of my back
like a piano.
play me a sonata.
play me a concerto.
play me the end of your life and the beginning.
this is the morning we wonder if we exist.