come here, slither, I’ll curl around your leg

i’ll teach you new names for old things

you whisper me yours

we keep only what’s relevant

i studied the sacred art of fire tending

i hide its secrets in the folds of my skirt,

feeding it bits of moss and elm bark

I think about nibbling on your ear, your neck

You were blue light

then winked into nothingness

you became the very thing that repells me

you waterproofed yourself

but you know

because i know

it doesn’t feel right

we strangely adhere

we fit, we join, our strange

and vaguely inhuman ways

the measureable universe gained a half a second

in that very instance—

did you know that?

i hold it carefully in my palm

i promise not to crush it

i love it too much