Now that you know I’m afraid of lovebirds and budgies
but not so much of flying
it is plain to see that
four blocks is not far at all
and neither is 763 miles.
I laid your love out over two sets of sheets
and I don’t care who knows.
Say what you want, I meant it all.
I mean that I mean it, not meant, I mean I’ll mean it, not meant.
I could live without but why would I call that living?
Dared myself to leave a deathbed behind in Chicago, I see the birth of beauty in your eyes.
All these words probably sound floral but they’re quite factual,
it’s just Cancer moon speaking sometimes.
Say it again.
I’m not pushing, I promise. I’m just asking, please.
Started being soft as such I am, hope you don’t mind, just going
to keep heating you like a salt lamp,
iodized and oxygenated heartbeats
sleeping with your hand on my chest.
This poem doesn’t end. I don’t know how.
That’s what feels best.