re hearse

each sleep we rehearse the goodbyes

of somehow not enough

despite this night before

where we wondered how

we touched each other so deep

with only these fingers

that have been known to fumble

and not know what to do next

with the bra the brail the frail

human soul stuck in our nails

that have held boogers and shit also

accidentally

perhaps tonight

because the meal was too spicy

and you know i do not like spice

it was too hot

and you know i like it colder

until the sheets roll away

expanding the universe of i

being alone with the stars

that spread light to the inky black

found in the eyes of mine

studying to see more

but i am dreaming

of then

fingers stuck in my drool

or around my butt

wincing

before the darkness

and death living