A Love Poem

I want to lean on you the way vines do

on brick houses. I want to drink you up

like sugar water, my mouth dunking farther,

deeper into your nectar. Together we swim

like bacteria in a petri dish. Won’t you grow with me?

Let’s coagulate. In my dreams, we fascinate.

We poke each other’s fingers through our wounds

and watch the blood mix, all dark and sloppy.

Let’s trade diseases. Jesus was sick, too,

but he still cured. When I’m with you,

my heart purrs, even when you talk nonsense

or lab rats, how we are all just on the hunt

for cheese. How scientists control our circumstances,

probably. You make me care less about the maze.