i’d crack open
all the sunflower seeds
in the world for you

but what if
you were allergic
to sunflower seeds

i wondered why i stopped
writing my poems
when i realized

i was already hers
and that was simply
too beautiful for words

mere touch itself
was oh so electric

a decadent symphony
of suppressed breaths

she tasted of clouds
and pale honey

an impulse flight ticket to her city
to catch her off-guard

a bag of hurriedly packed clothes
and once-promised gifts

and a moment of doubtful clarity
willfully ignored as I climb onto the plane

all of this to prove to her
that i’m all hers

i couldn’t sway my head around the fact
that my grandparents stayed together
for 54 years

it made me wonder
just how many times
they had to forgive each other
to last that long

may i crawl into your heart
and stay a while?

maybe build a tiny shelter
and stay just a little longer?

maybe buy the deed to your heart,
and own it in its entirety?

we will soon meet and do crazy things together and the moon will be still and you’re all mine and i’m all yours and the midnight cartoons will mask our sounds and our warmth will coalesce under the duvets and create light and it will be lovely

it will be so lovely