Chalk Outlines

You Were a Concept

We bore each other,

gave each other names and meaning. Felt every beat and drip of blood pushing in and outin and out.

Warmed limbs and muscles

under heaved whispers,

ex ex hale

inhale

ex ex hale.

We changed our structure,

left permanent dents on flat stomachs

where I laid, 

where you lied.

Arches on our backs where 

morals bend,

pounding paranoia

that we should lose

each other under wrinkled shades

of pastels. There are imprints

where we breathed out all the rest.

We bore each other,

in bed our bones stretched

too far. We devoured, consumed,

and forgot until there was nothing

to be missed, nothing to be desired,

until we were different

beings altogether. Quiet little nothings.

Sorrounded by absolutely nothing.

We bore each other.