two bodies, touching

(June 2023. Emma and I are good at writing poems together.)

emma and aidan

I want— I want that it is, that it should be

overridge a shadowfoot hovers over vertical
horizon deep with endless desire

that in a stomach turn unfolds a promise of
infinity

upthrown confetti scatters in warm wind—
will i waste my life recollecting each color?

or find them amassed again in the space
between two bodies, touching