any form, love

for you, my darling,

any form of love will do:

sickly sweet like cherry juice

dripping off our chins

like the words and worlds

we've always shared.

comfortingly close like raindrops

falling like sprinkles

across rooftops glittering

with afternoon sunlight.

unknowingly oblivious like eyelashes

trembling on warm cheeks

and the soft shifting of our

eyes trying to find our way in the dark.

timidly tragic, like sailboats

drifting further and further to sea,

unanchored and tiny in the

swirling and hungry waves.

finally flowering like red lilies

unfurling underneath

rainwater runoffs and

forgotten umbrellas.

you'll find me here,

as always.

and one day maybe i'll show this for you,

if you ever change your mind about poetry.