two souls in a salt shaker.

Her eyelids are slideshow screens of the bittersweet past
He erases the bad as easily as thick lashes sweeping across her skin

(kinda)
Their skeleton hands fill in the awkward gaps
With happy snug-sweaty flesh & tingling nerves

(nervous)
He flicks her surface senses like a switch
And she lights up and keeps him glowing

(going)
She is silent, spiralling down
He is a witness with one eye closed, afraid of heights

(far)
She is a happy traveler
He craves the cotton-candy peace in her fingertips

But he is blissfully unaware how little there is.
She’s learning to spread what she has all over her cracked neon heart.
He is learning to take her empty palm and give her more.

* * *

He discloses his maladroit stanzas
She reveals her long-lost waltzes

He lays his head down in a tempest
She leans hers into turbulence

They think about how much they are learning
They conveniently leave out how much is left.

He thinks of smiling berries
She, of his butter lips.

And she sleeps knowing every piece of havoc is in its place.

And he sleeps the deepest sleep she can help him give.

The sun gives them ribbons, a halo through the curtains
But only when no one is looking.