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  • A Poem by me
    • Jun 4, 2017
    • 1 min read

Cellular Romance


You know I love you

to the

Stars

And Mars.

More than zin, dark

Chocolate with

little bits of

Crystallized ginger

and

Hazelnut sin.

I taste your troubles, I

Know them well.

Your dark spaces are

My

Dark spaces, even

when

Cramped and worn

thin,

the back of a hand

Stretched out taut

like

Crepe paper skin.

I get your laugh,

Your

laugh gets me.

I chase it through

rooms

and hallows.

Random streets.

Tag you are it,

it says to me.

And follows my heart

Each skip.

Each beat.

I am your wild,

cresting ocean.

You are my warm,

calming sand.

I will discover you

Sweetly

Again

and

Again.

It's just do you

Mind...

May I ask you

One thing?

Can you put down

your

Phone?

Are you listening

To me?

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