the ivies looked so much like you.
when your hands are climbing my lover.
both of you are serpentine
and thieve what is mine by the summer.
and my mountain greets me with
your demeanour fortunate with clovers.
my sun’s sunlight glued onto you.
heart-shaped eyes. ablaze. but aglitter.
i awake with my thoughts on you.
what do you have that i don’t. i wonder.
it is as if you mimicked how i love.
you give what i’d be giving.
while my design is as stiff as redwoods.
yours are softened and flowering.
but do you even know who i have been.
i’ve been this sunflower yearning
the light of his life also light of our lives.
to whom the two of us are falling.
the lover who is now yours.
who i’ve been is with who you’re loving.