floral casserole.
milk. and sugar. each for you.
mortal. save your soul.

i am jealous of the water. that ocean.
i am envious of its transparencies.
how you could surrender in the deep
when the sea held you in blues.
but i am a body of water on my spirit.
the incessant hunger which could
swallow hundred thousands of ships.
bury the relics like his jewellery.
hold the lays of proverbial mermaids.
sink into my love. this whirlpool.
i am jealous of the water. of that rain.
how it pilfers this summer from us
when it had begun falling for you too.
but as the rain pours to your body.
i only have my eyes to pour over you.

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.