by Melissa Rodriguez

ce cœur
that spins through buried bones
tied with crooked veins
the roots of your galactic brain
et oui, my body is cracking
pained, crushed, tracking
seconds that may never be. 
ta visage
in my comic digits,
from every inch, I fidget
to touch you again.
votre physique que j'aime
when your feet
beat the ground
in an old, classic, traditional sound-
first I melt. then I'm found
above you, comme le ciel est bleu
there is nothing that I understand about you
Dieu, how I would like to.