honey, lovely.

…like honey dripping from the corner

of your lovely lips

onto my fingers…

beautiful, and achingly so

…and your hair tangles wildly

and your hooded eyes glow like

two distinct fires against the black asphalt

of your lashes and brows…

…when you smile

i notice

you crinkle your nose then

like a little boy looking at his least favorite flavor of ice cream…

…he smiles and presses his lips against

the nape of my neck

and suddenly he is holding a cello,

his deft fingers trace patterns down my spine…

…your face is what i imagine heartbreak to look like

a lonely complexion of cigarette burns covered with old band aids

the peach plastic peels and curls around the circular wounds like

intricate calligraphy…

…for i am all empty

and you are all water

and if you sing to me please

i will show you just how beautiful

swimming pools can be…