(prehistory)

primitive touches and

hunts for a rush

it wasn't for us

you traced shapes

the trails before my feet

and I

decided to follow the stars instead.

I feel the earth, think of you

recall your face

and fail to cry.

I carried those moments

-- lush with liquor

and bittersweet glances

I carried those memories

sacred objects

a stone cold venus

against my palm

a stone cold you

against my heart

ironically -

with you, I discovered fire