You were so distracted by marriage pacts
you forgot how badly
you want life now.
There was a more important contract -
we shall not pass without the other;
you.
will not
die
without me.
Kiss me harder in the past's kitchen,
tonight we're getting everything wrong in the right way,
call me the end point in your universe's starting line,
tell me I'm not a whiskey bubble,
you really just said we'd get it right this time,
we are never honestly going to know what that means.
But I am a whiskey bubble,
ginger perfect pop on your tongue,
warm against refrigerator doors between cabinets--
There's ice in my teeth;
you're drinking out of a beaker,
I forgot how much chemistry you had.
My valence electron, drifter.
Hold tight til Sunday, little spark,
we'll be take nobility for our own soon enough.
We're almost home.
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