I planted seeds outside our cardboard house
so when you came back to me
it’d look happier
than you feel.
I want mountains to shake
when you fuck me
and the dew to drip onto our bodies
that the fall leaves don’t hide so well.
It’s as if
your voice can cause an earthquake
in the deepest part of my belly
before others know
you’ve even arrived.
Yet I carry the weight of our love
between two fingertips
so it can fly away at anytime
and return all the better.
For there’s no poem
like the one
your lips lay on my ribcage.
Trembling,
I ask you to stay there,
to come home
and marry me beneath the flowers.
Let me kiss inside the creases
of your fears;
the air will do them good.
We’ll plant them outside our cardboard house
so when you come back to me
you’ll feel
you’ll feel
free.