…and your hair tangles wildly
and your hooded eyes glow like
two distinct fires against the black asphalt
of your lashes and brows…
when you.
…when you smile
i notice
you crinkle your nose then
like a little boy looking at his least favorite flavor of ice cream…
orchestra.
…he smiles and presses his lips against
the nape of my neck
and suddenly he is holding a cello,
his deft fingers trace patterns down my spine…
reassurance.
…your face is what i imagine heartbreak to look like
a lonely complexion of cigarette burns covered with old band aids
the peach plastic peels and curls around the circular wounds like
intricate calligraphy…
swimming pool.
…for i am all empty
and you are all water
and if you sing to me please
i will show you just how beautiful
swimming pools can be…