we might be

all in it together

but even if we are

even if

this panic is mutual

that doesn't mean

the corner will ever turn

this centre will ever hold

your sweaty hand in mine

and me

anyway

I am all fists

we might, maybe, share the thrill

of the abyss

staring down

like this

your hand in mine

sweaty

but baby

when the shit falls, soft rain on our dreams

I'll flap

for me