in a small Spanish plaza street lamps flush her skin bronze. yours mutes.

no time for questions. when eventually she attempts to move speak. into truth speak. don’t matter what. speak.

pause often occasionally break eye contact maybe even cry a little. let tears accumulate like dead skin cells clench your eyelids tight and shed the layers. turn your cheek toward the light and slightly downward. anticipate a flinch when photon meets tear. light exposes darkness.

she don’t budge. massages tears into flesh like cocoa butter. skin mirrors cocoa but her eyes dilute illusions. you drown in em. can’t swim so you drown. in her eyes, drown. wade through their currents until they swallow you and maybe her too. take her with you. capture the moment.

she’ll say something about your eyes mirroring glass. tell her you’re broken. she’ll insist you’re wrong but you can’t be. remain firm or she’ll dig and pull. uproot you. plant yourself there and hold her tightly.

she’ll wanna go to her place. don’t. say you like it here. at her place you’ll fuck or make love and everything will be clearer. your head your eyes your skin hers. you’ll place your hand on her thigh afterward to calm the trembling and watch as her light creeps between your fingers. kinda like now as she pulls you. struggle until she smiles your heart into paralysis. walking beyond the plaza her smile never fades. you made sure of it.