I am laid in bed
to rest—
and yet
fuck.
I am winter,
meant to chill—
and now
overheating for you.
Fuck, Jude.
I love you.
My heart warmed
to CSA and now
I am blue.
My curiosity: you.
Surprise and disguise—
you think.
(but to that, another poem)
I love you.
That is where I am:
sprung from love,
fallen from us.