Olivia

18

She is a hum in my mind. Anastasia
_________Anastasia
_______________Anastasia
____________________nestling somewhere between love and shattering.

One evening, I asked her: what are we doing?
It was raining. Heat hung heavy.
Things were blurring

Together, naked, fragile.
Eyes closed, four AM,
I asked again and she answered

With lips and fingers
Running, sliding, turning
Away from me to the edge

Of the bed, down the street
Into the blurry end
Just beyond my vision.