there are moons in your eyes and flowers between your teeth and everything i find beautiful has no match to your kind of nature.
when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,