dear model-inspired-by-vargas #3

if I didn't turn your next page
I would free-fall into the sea;

death was the smallest frame for my picture
of how nervous I was around you.

I guess little things have happened since.
When the cliffs discovered sinking,

I decided to label it falling in love
it felt faster, had a kick to it

and riding that high; 62,342 photos of you in
the sweetest almost to my nothing

revealing all your shutter speeds
I arched my back, and for a moment we were still

together. and then not. la petit mort.
and the rush of playing dead with you.

but who else was on that cliff? my classmates? neighbours? are you
arching your back in jail cells? were you ever ripped apart

by angry mothers, and the only cure you deserved
was some leftover cellophane tape?

we never made it to the sea. Our horizon took
a wrong turn and expired at the feet of real woman #1

she had more than a moan
she had laughter