Living Again

this city is stopped
and started by windows,
sweetheart.
stopped when shut
against the dust
and destitution of lives
sweating at the hearts
for the night to settle upon dew.
and started when pushed open
at dawn to drop breadcrumbs
for pigeons, and water the pallid hibiscus.

i’ve been your beckoning
both as the evening din and
morning's gentleness.
but it’s been a while
you’ve been out of bed.
drifting between shots,
syringes and men every new
hour. that's not the way, trust me.
you can choose not to fuck
and hold my hand. and we
can open doors to a new place
where there’ll be no gravity,
and you’ll feel no weight of
your scars. we’ll float. near
and far. in thoughts.
of forgetting
and loving anew.

there's always a way.
but this is not it.
not all pleasures can
be touched through
writhing naked bodies.
open your eyes. there's
a morning in the way i’ve
been wanting you for long.
and now it’s here at the
end of all your drunk nights.
for you.
to live all over again.

- Sobhan