Erinn
I like the way she wears her hair
straight/curly/frizzy
tangled/messy/sweaty hair
bending and curling in every direction
like the wildfires that bloom
in the desert where she grew up
She always wanted to escape
did not feel at home amongst the lifted chevys
and american flags
and build the wall bumper stickers
She likes traveling to other dimensions
where the laws of physics take on new meaning
leaves her body behind on the beach
so her consciousness can travel freely
exist on multiple planes of reality
I think even in the 6th dimension
we would speak the same language
She knows how to read my invisible sentences
the ones written in my frown lines
and the anxious bouncing of my leg
She can see the way light sheds onto my retinas
the flames that burn behind my eyelids
the rage that simmers in the sweat of my palms
says I could burn the earth clean with my words if I wanted to
says my truth is blinding
but she likes the feel of the sun
and its warm rays raining millions of kisses on her skin
as she turns to soak in the morning light
She lights candles in her bedroom every night
to feel the warmth from combusting
carbon and hydrogen and oxygen
re-forming to release a new kind of energy
I want to start a forest fire with her
dance in the rising smoke with her
watch the concrete crumble with her
We could engineer a new beginning
rewrite Genesis
recreate the morning light
I’ve been thinking about the way cacti grow in the desert
the way they survive off so little water
the way they thrive in the burning sun
reminds me of the girl with wildfire hair
and the way we bloom in spite of it all
We tangle our legs together
like the atoms in a chemical reaction
tie knots into our muscles
re-form to release a new kind of energy
I know I’m not supposed to
but I love my body
and the way it breathes when I’m with you
the mountains of your cheeks against my
butterfly eyelash wings beating rhythmically in time
with the rise and falling of your chest
I am always looking for reasons and answers
but sometimes love is just the texture of her hair
and the way it blooms around her face like wildfires
bending and curling in every direction