[starving artist]

so besides how much i love you,

what else can i say?

i just keep kissing glass

and stumbling through your kitchen,

listening to rain like roses.

for the two tongues i am inside,

this is desire that makes my jaw ache.

you tell me fear is relative

and catch your breath; bear up,

beat down, asymmetry.

now this landscape is a crime scene

and you are flipping pancakes

circus-style, alive with remembering;

so even though i am hungry,

i paint by numbers.