suggestion: instead of homework
can you write all over               me
learn my language with your
bilingual tongue and match
syllable by syllable
                                   vowel by vow
into the way my passion curves
you       have a pretty lisp      and      a sly smile
and an immeasurable amount of secrets
to learn and i'd love to be the ear that hears
them all
               can you own me
tonight instead of work?
i'd rather me than any other thing to
happen to end up in your hands

i'll spin
          your walls
                    all around
       like spirals
unfold them
          unravel
                  everything
           for your eyes
to see, just
         to watch you
bloom and i
           apologize
                    for making
            it look so
simple to do
           i will show
you that life's
         spiral is
                    happier
         when climbing
the staircase
       with another

"hey *******, let's meet"
        i'm glad you've come to that premise
                the rain - its slick concrete
                     and so narrow
               staining the streets,
                  i would shelter you
        but here we are
                at coffee dropping hello's
          and following the pack
             to high ground
i would
keep
my
scarf
wrapped
'round
my
pretty
head
from melting in the rain turning to snow
        but little did i know
          i should have given it to you
to keep you from turning the snow red as strawberries
        these fall days you'll never know, here we go again
                to define a relationship whose particular lusters ferry
                        us together, i don't see an end, but if you bend i'll know when
to go.
i like the way you smile, here in this quiet coffeehouse
        despite you arguing with me, that is the cornucopia i offer

fit well?
          you ask me, too many times
          if it were up to me
    i'd slip it off myself
          and we can skip the movie

if flirt had a body part it'd be her legs
        uncrossed, tube top, tight skirt, hoolahoop earrings
     smooth hands that say "i squeeze"
i think she's the ****, i mean she's the opposite
of mediocrity, she's a siren that i'll let steer me
      and everyone will ship us to the moon
  but i'm shooting for eternity, beyond stars
and she's laced in the spaces
that my heart struggles to fit in and she's serving me
      and everything about her makes me smile
if flirt had a body part it'd be her legs
  with a question like
               are they
        walking away
          or are they
            going to be wrapped around me
                tonight?