after sono.

✖

We stretch out our hands
as if to take the world into our arms

(then again, the world means only the two of us)

and feel the wind against our skins;
my hands on your hips,
your hair on my lips.


You pout when
I say we’d never
be Jack and Rose
even if we tried
and I only laugh.


Of course we’d never
be like them –

one:
for obvious reasons,
and two:
there’s no iceberg big enough

to sink us down.