buttercup,
he said

i'm back
and hungry,
drank too much ***
and want to talk art

laugh, of course, i do
i miss you
i want you to come here
i want us to laugh

please, let's write together
our dreams, they won't wait

i will, in time
summer is near
we'll eat fish and swim
the universe feeding us

but now, please
it's growing
i'm weak

call me a goy, i'll laugh
while that heart-shaped
crescent moon presses
my collarbone, tender
your beard rough

soon, we've waited centuries
already
time just circumstance

of course, but promise
no tricks
we'll not burn it
there won't be matches