property is one of the most complex concepts of the human mind. how we claim something is ours, how we establish that we alone have a right over it. that we decide what happens with it, and how. how do i define you? how do i declare that you are mine, and i am yours? how does a person belong to another? how do we become, as neruda thought of it, so deeply intertwined that i become you and you become me?
how and why should i want this. and why should i get it. questions i don't know the answers to. summer drizzles and lying on the wet grass, alone, together. laughing instead of crying. keeping lips shut and swallowing words that could become kisses. biting down on kisses that could become something else entirely.
we slept together but it wasn't the peaceful slumber that lovers share; we were alone, together on the same bed. you've reached into me, deep under my skin. i have barely touched your fingers.
it never occurred to me that i'd be yours, and you wouldn't be mine.
but i am, and you are not.
and there is nothing i can do about it.
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