september scholars (fresh ironed collars)
new girl with grey eyes that make me feel smaller
hair bleached like mermaid tails, wild like the waves
cologne and shy smile i'll take to the grave
somehow, i am close enough to count the freckles on her nose when the lights go out and the classroom is moth-like in dim/dark silence. the dust in the air is white and unafraid.
(paper swans & inked hearts.
the only red here is in our blood, young and alive)
somehow, we are close enough to pass notes/ draw on each other's hands/ laugh together, silently, with our eyes
biology is nothing like religion and everything like religion; everything is warm and close and i can feel her pulse through the skin of her wrist in the palm of my hand. she is divinity and i am a cathedral. i carry her whispered words in my textbook, its weight like the familiar drag of my bible. the truth hangs around my neck in a cross. i can find sin anywhere, but redemption is only in her hands. resurrection halts
her eyes are the color of myrrh, aromatic and holy & when she looks at me i feel anointed.