You two are beautiful

Don’t be afraid you’ve just got your eyes closed

The bass beat held hands with my butterflies;
don’t be afraid you’ve just got your eyes closed.
Then the left ventricle, thinking, ‘this is some’

in the nostril dark of the hallway,
we lick cider from the filtrum spout of the teapot,
pretend we have handles
to people who like to think of love as a notch.

Later in the kitchen,
we hold hands across the lino
and as the stranger leans in fucked and whispers

‘you know, you two, are beautiful,
no really,
take it,
it’s a gift’

we lift our fingers up and dance as if we’re not.