2.
Chewing with your mouth open, talking all the while.
I couldn’t help put purse my lips.
The way your hair frames your face, you look small.
I’ll put you in my pocket, I’ll get small too, and I’ll crawl into your mouth.
There’s this true form of love.
I can see it in the very light creases of your neck.
There’s a cold mountain range on the back of your hand.
I’d spend the night in a tent between the peaks of your knuckles.

1.
Today started with my lips on yours.
I knew it would.
I tried not to be impatient, I tried not to anticipate it.

I tried not to love it as much as I did.
Yesterday, your face changed.
My eyes began to see through you.
Your loveliness spilled out of your eyes and trickled down your face.
You transformed from what I knew to who you are.
I almost wish that it were hard to love you.

to you, a mere dust speck
sitting uncomfortably in your mouth
pearilze your discomfort
cover me
prevent your pain
coat me in your expectations
suffocate me in your well-wishes
smother me in a shiny sheen of your self-respect

take me as dust, make me into your pearl