I wonder if upon an incision,
they would pick up little people from your skull.
If the same team of scientists would find
the little talkative angel in mine.
At the same time, I wonder if drank upon
my blood taste would be sweetened by love,
a little bubbling due to our waiting.
I wonder, if i touched your skin
would my palms grow flowers:
red red roses, yellow dandelions, purple lilies
irises, rainbow splash.
Have you ever squashed a leaf between your fingers,
measuring the road between
its green juices reminded you of our last kiss?
.
Can’t we just be together?
.
(by me)
~ for you
