Here we are for the first time again.
Cosmic waters shift through us and meld,
Breath and spit in cocktail conversion,
Mixing them on the tip of our tongues.
Silly, I think, but am already carved
made more by your subtraction.
You fall from heaven to gaze at me,
But we are each already different.
Glad for it though, I should think.
It’s happened before and will again.
Eric Craft is a playwright based in New Jersey. He is in residency with the NJPlayLab for his play “And Every Creeping Thing” and has a BA in Theatre. Insta: Cindereric, Twitter: Prince of Flowers.