How can a scaled fish go back to the comfort of the blue deep?
How can a heart riddled with scars stretch out its arms to hold that big beautiful bouquet of yet thorny roses?
The apple seems coated in wax
as if I had overturned a part of the color palette upon it preparing the rough draft on the canvas
I’m thirsty! I’m thirsty!
The uneasy jagged bite between incisors and apple is like Adam and Eve’s
Whose incisors? Whose strong scent of a bed of flesh?
You left the apple on the table, forgetting to take it with you
The thought of taking me with you latches itself onto your body,your body odor is in between my fingers
from your sternum, it infects the bones of my fingers
You say you want to forget the lovers that have come before especially those who, like me, have eyes the shape of apple slices The first words after your climax
I’m thirsty! I’m thirsty!
A white snowflake floats onto my pelvis, melting into splitting
streams which collect warmly in my belly button
A tranquil and turbulent body of salt water
I’m thirsty! I’m thirsty!
The apple core is like your ribs
With a toothpick I tease the gaps of my teeth
I gave you a record
that I listened to over and over
It encapsulated my soul
What about you?
What did you hear?
My soul thirsts for your attention
thirsts for you
When I told you I liked you it was fitting
It's just you didn't fit in anywhere
It should have happened sooner. Destiny
You are a flower garden that I'm not allowed to water
When will you be willing to be my loyal audience?
When will you be willing to sympathize with my point of view?
I want to talk to you
Is it ok to gather honey like this?
You're too busy
You don't have time to read the poetry of poets
so I gave this song to you
You can take these poems with you when you go
Those poems are happening as we speak
I believe this prophesy holds water
because I wrote you like this
I closed the door on the sight
of your back
the endless reproduction of the vine fracture
crawls over
and covers
my olfaction
Dimly and hazy
a red orange flower
held between your lips
with your breath
blossoming
and fading
Your fingertips
holding a transmigration
or is it just
an almost unchanging scene
masquerading as eternal
I was too focused on your charming looks
forgot that you were getting older
