Jump

“Wait!” Just breathe. “Don’t jump!”

I’m here now. “Take my hand!” Breathe.

“We’ll go together.”

Gift

Your hand is enough

I just can’t be that cruel

I can’t take your heart

Bright, smiling faces

Frown only on the inside

Better tomorrows

A face that doesn’t smile

And hands you won’t let me hold

Come down from your wall

Around my finger

Fabric and flesh together

It will be okay

Filtered and sterile
Air needs to be conditioned
How it’s meant to be

Driblets of cool sweat
Flexed and contracted muscles
A perfect machine

Could be a minute
Or could be half an hour
Don’t freaking judge me

Famous for your heat
Maybe just for once you would
Like to be called cute

Round, red, fist-sized fruit
Or some say vegetable
Maybe fruitable?