wrapped in expectation sunbursts
wrapped in dandelion insecurity
wrapped in words with word wrap on,
because what happens in the margins
is too dangerous to record.
Civilizations rise and fall while your phone charges,
psychoanalyzing shoestring autonomy
while you work and wear your job;
if this is purgatory, that makes you my goddess.
you write me back
and moments of aquamarine
soothe my pigment for two ticks.
Before the storyteller can gasp,
like any knight-errant
I let my flaws define
your spherical love
into non-Euclidean ruins
when the next pause curls
around my beautiful doubt.