i’d crack open
all the sunflower seeds
in the world for you

but what if
you were allergic
to sunflower seeds

an impulse flight ticket to her city
to catch her off-guard

a bag of hurriedly packed clothes
and once-promised gifts

and a moment of doubtful clarity
willfully ignored as I climb onto the plane

all of this to prove to her
that i’m all hers

we will soon meet and do crazy things together and the moon will be still and you’re all mine and i’m all yours and the midnight cartoons will mask our sounds and our warmth will coalesce under the duvets and create light and it will be lovely

it will be so lovely