i don’t know how to stop.

i don’t even know how it started

you aren't sweet
you're salty.
but i like to lick
the sweat from your
lips.

you aren't soft
you're sharp.
but i like the way
your nails feel against my
back.

you aren't loud
you're quiet.
but i like to sit and
just think with
you.

you aren't poetic
you're poetry.
but i like to write
you into
immortality.

if i look at the sky
at just the right moment
i can picture your eyes

and i remember
if only for that moment
that we're under
the same sky