By Jordan Esely-Kohlman

In seconds after
exchanging names in a fashion
so pleasant as to
ease my troubled soul,
airs that once clung heavy to lovers
loosened &
crumbled
asunder into
a new bed from whence new truths might bloom.

I hunger for these parcels of your essence.

Feast on
flesh &
drink in
moments unspoken
when I was sure I was you
simply wrapped in a different way, or
perhaps we were jigsaw pieces
kept snug by junctures of
the most supple nothings.