we could take the long way 
home and rub our soles on asphalt groves
and we could argue 
about the shades of blue and count the hues 
that bruise the sky
and we could catch crickets ’til night falls 
sleep with dirt 
between our fingers
and i wonder what words have to say 
when they don’t have a deadline
and i wonder how it feels to love 
someone without flesh
naked and real
just bones kissing in the middle
not afraid of a body or
the way lips smell