Please tell me this is my summer
I've never been more gold.

I hope my summer is with him
The sunny days outshine the rain

I want this.
Indefinitely.

Hon, Honey, Baby, Dear, Darling

I really like you

but I like it when you call me my name

somehow that word rolled over your lips sounds silver

and all the pet names in the world:

nails on a chalkboard

I think the ears
might just be
the most beautiful
part of the body

now before you object
and suggest
abs, legs, bums, or chests
may I remind you that
in time
all parts earlier addressed
will wrinkle, sag and fade
like ******* the air out of a plastic bag

But not ears.
They are the same ears after 2 years, 5 years and 50 years

They won't wilt
wont lose their form
(unlike abs, legs, bums, or chests)
and that's why
to me
ears are best

hearts don't break
porcleain, glass, bone, spun sugar
all can shatter in a heartbeat
it's so overdramatic to say that hearts can be broken

hearts don't break

instead,  they bruise
like pulverized flesh ran over by 18 wheels
deflated
black and blue
by some lover or another

and when someone tries
to touch
you flinch
your little raw piece of meat within your chest
is just too tender right now

but not broken
broken is forever
bruised is for now

Life starts to feel fake
when you're enjoying dreams more
than being awake

I'd like you to tell me
that you like it when I tuck my hair
behind my ears

That you don't mind how stupid my laugh is
tears running down my face
turning all of me red

That you like
The mottled white dots
on all my teeth,
the freckle constellations on my arms,
and the scars on my knees.

and until there's someone to
like me for these
then I suppose
that person will have to be me.

I barely half know you
but we've met before
haven't we?
my fingertips racing up your spine
your hand resting around my throat

when we woke up
I was in your arms
not like puzzle pieces
but like tangled telephone cords

when I woke up
you were gone again
that same person
I only half knew