have you ever (hope)
a season. growing
in front of my eyes. inside
a bewildered film
of poses. pictures.
a shape came forward.
i melted. like fold, i nearly…
have you ever been whispered
to? he became my. permanent.
every letter. every sigh. every
single syllable exhaled was
only for him.
new york city was copper
that night beats ingrained
him in my soul. and although
i willingly. refuse. an escape
to how i stretch toward
midnight. skies. past that.
violins slide. my stringed heart.
and while he plays
symphonies, to me. i exclusively
stay. becoming.