I wish
I had met you
when I was
younger
when the days
moved slower
how easily
I can imagine
the tedium
of a day passing
of spending a
listless afternoon
lying
languidly together
all limbs and
exposed ankles, concave
navels, sweat beading
in the dent
behind your ear,
as the dust
mites dance a dance
only they could know
through the sunshine
pouring itself into
the room
I wish I had
met you
when I was
younger
when time unfurled
in every
direction
you could have
been a signpost
rooted firmly into the
soil dug up by my
sprawling
suburban
nightmares
on a street corner
I could have
whispered in your
ear in the same
low hiss as the
streetlights buzz
the electricity dancing
on my lips,
a secret unkept
in the most boring
and uninspired of
coastal towns
we could have
stayed out all night
and watched small bits
of dew form on
manicured grass,
we could have
drunk bad coffee in
a shitty diner, I'd
watch your eyes
as you rub my
leg under the table
with your foot and I'd
pretend not to notice
but
be burning alive
inside
I wish
I had met you when
I was younger
is that a prayer
or an absolution
when I was still
pretty, when
my skin was still taut,
when there was
this fucked-up energy
soclose, so just
beneaththesurface
I would have
swallowed you
whole I would have
kept you forever
I wish I met you
when I was
younger
when I would have
been
the one
when I was
younger
when I could have
been
the one
when I
was younger
so
I could have
always known
you
when I was
younger
so I would
always
know you