Maybe if I just love you a little bit I won't get hurt.

sugar and salt are both appealing
but what happens when you have to choose?

what if i told you that you
had
to
chose

between summer and winter
the milky sheet of snow and hum of the fireplace
creamy melted chocolate and milk swirled into a cozy drink
millions of tiny bursts of color illuminate
every border of every house

but what about the

lazy afternoon sun
and the salt in the air and in your hair and in your mouth
and the ice pops
the sweet
sticky
ice pops that feel
so
good
on your shriveled up tongue

-and what about the way
your skin sparkles
after laying in the
teeny
tiny
rocks
of
the
earth

you may say,
i can't pick both, 
they are
both-
so beautiful

well what if i told you that you have to pick
between things which are
are
equally
loveable.

what if i told you
that if you love two souls

a sun
and a moon

two souls, which are both so rich
and lovely,
that you could only pick one,
which would you pick?

or would you just choose neither?

So I can see you.
So I can see you and your
beautifully chiseled face.
So I can see you and
your thick brown hair.
and the freckles that lightly coat your
cheek bones.
Your cheekbones that once blushed
because you were falling in love.
Come closer so I can speak to
your fiery eyes.
The color of roasted chestnut.
The color of addiction.
Can you come closer?
So I can see your fleshy lips.
Your perfect, pink lips-
and let me touch them.
Can you come closer?
So I can see your stupid
short eyelashes.
That I had always hoped my daughter would never
inhereit.
Now she won't.
Can you come closer?

So I can kiss you goodbye.

the raindrops feel like spit.
raindrops are beautiful,
and so was your spit,
but only when it danced with
mine.

loving you
is as dangerous
as running through the jungle
under hanging branches dressed with wild monkeys,
swinging violently above your head
screaming…
and when you escape the green maze
like a speedy snake,
you are met with a
deep
yellow swamp,
with alligators, and venom
and your
sweaty
cut up
body
throbs,
but you dive in-
for love,
and when the alligators kiss your tender belly,
you swim faster-
and jump out as soon as you see the land that
is being soaked with powerful rain and
the lightning just struck a tree, and the
tree is on fire, and your love is on fire-
and you’re alive,
love’s alive-
you are alive.