shadows dancing

I’m stitching together memories, hung out on power lines with fingers crossed for high heat and desert sun. I lay next to you and make promises in the air with our fingertips. I confess sobriety while you’re drinking beside me and my words force their way past a reckless tongue holding my teeth at gunpoint. Tiny legs of panic crawl across the pillow, tickling my eardrum and whispering their way deep into my brain. This room has become a cave and your skin lights up our shadows dancing on the walls. I watch the long rise and fall of summer with you stretched across my eyelids.