the sweetness of your eyelids
and how your lips are always dry
the iceblue contrast to your pupils
and your lazy ****** hair.
all the stars and all the gods
sigh when you laugh
when your pale fingers dance when you speak
when the snow lands on your nose.
how I would give my veins and my lungs
to study you like a map
and live under your chin
for just a brief adolescent period




to P.L