Love For Loss Or A Gut Feeling?

We’re settled against brick walls,
jostled in our shoes.
The memory of your scent: evergreen, blossoming
near the hole in my chest.
Notebooks and ink, confessions and possessions;
where do you think you’re going?
Recall your head on my knee, the gentle heaving
of your chest, the little things
that belong to me.
Where are you going?
Hardened skin clutching mine, bound in
sweat,
heat.
Recite me your emotions, unravel
the mystery of your body language
leaning towards me.
Towers falling for each other,
tell me your base is crumbling,
that I’m not exploding for a dial tone.

I don’t want to shatter, to glue
my lips together;
where are yours?

Don’t leave your words lying on your
conscience and letters
on your tongue.
Don’t leave
fires untended,
fingers untouched,
my sight.

Don’t love me in your mind.