save yourself
in photographs
for me...
for I love you in the middle of the day.
it's in sun.
your southern-shaped weapons are sure to cut me right up.
the gardens are on the right,
through their statues and my wooden sunglasses.
you are left.
the bones of my hands
are wrapped around the bones of your hands.
romantic as birth as fire never letting go.
you tucked in the tag of my shirt.
you looked at me with those Stonewall Jackson eyes.
the foreground found something amazing.
sea pack wolves on cobblestone streets.
carports instead of garages.
I am still here.
every movement of the future sheets.
the chagrin long gone from New York City.
different coffee, same toast...
holy north american.
a mouse ran up my back.
tell me you need me.