Christina
Sirens haunt me in every colour
though I don’t know which hue or key major or minor
you’re better with the music we sorted on your living
room floor circa four
our organs matched clocks
at the time they both stopped (is 8:17 significant?)
Lips for the first time though I slept with you before
hand in your pants for a two hour nap
a morning shoot means a morning commute
lonely exhausted I tried
but as I looked in your sixteen year old eyes
I lied
Juliana
My tongue raw you
whispered no one’s done that before
I’ve never been that person
and you were serious
(why this rush?) I know I spoke too sleepy
I can’t see you and smile
like a good boyfriend I shut
up and pretend
Truth is it was dark and you half
looked and sounded like Melanie
so I spent years of pent
up impossibilities
Melanie
(ellipses)
permafrost presence
regardless of it’s working status
my heart shivers winters
timber! as we came crashing
(the neighbors always knew)
said I should be louder
but my voice was an alien in that space
though there was no
hot tub threesome or stripping
We both became what we
were afraid of