maybe I was drunk

I want
fever dreams
and lucid stars
and green grass stains
on my linen knees.
forgo violence,
lust,
wild silence
breaks open
over our aching heads.
blood streaks
over my body
and on the white cotton
and my pj tees,
knuckles scarred
bloodless
raw
red throat
swollen soul
bee stings
she brings her fingers
to my lips
and pulls apart my heart.