please.

i want to talk.
talk so hard my teeth chip & tongue gets caught between the bite.
the taste of blood wouldn't even ruin the occasion.
take me away.
to a place of lies or truth or quickly compiled pieces of what i'd love to hear.
anything.

anything.

or we don't have to talk.
just lie there, in silence, 
or accompanied by tele noise.

whatever.

i could play with your hair & draw hangman on your skin.
grab your face like i used to & kiss it everywhere.
it's simple really.
the past.
the lost.
the truth.

or we could laugh.
tell each other terrible jokes or stories we've made up on the spot.

like then.

& we could cry.
we would cry.

& reach & grab & grasp & sputter.
blind to the loud & deaf to the brilliant.
we could never see the noise or hear the light.
but it's there.
fucking rioting.
under nose & stitch & twitch & promise.
& pieces of me see.
& pieces of you.
scrambling against time to get all back together.