42 Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

You are my 0.5

In this well
We have plummeted
I hung our rose songs
Across these
Unshaken poles
The cake tastes bitter
But our hands
Blossom and fragrant
Remain as they are

You are my 0.5

The light
Disperses
Like pie on the wall
In sleep we remember
We are warm shawls
Around each other
Bodies agile
And partially aching
I wake in you, you in I

You are my 0.5

Inflammation
Is our salvation
Come to me darling
Let’s murder
Each other with love
Thieves
In the tangible dark
Seal these spaces
You are my 42

You are my 0.5