i am the gleam of a cumbersome first kiss
shaking the sky and your warm hands
like the fate of forty fortune cookies
white paper folded slipped inside thin creases of my skin

in three weeks, ill start loving you
and tuck my troubles in the loose strand of hair
softly behind your ear tentatively
vulnerable, but still concealed

my body is of an oysters slick pearl only
thumbed out with gentle fingers

lovely, is love made of the same cancerous sore
that has you mind slipped away falling apart in my arms?

in three seasons, you’ll tell me this
body-to-body you’ll love me

still haven't seen the half-life of your atomic kiss
still i undo the metal twine keeping your psyche shut
ill take it all away for you
ill take it all
ill take you back to shore