you look purest in blue light
I sway constantly between self-assured

and broken hearted

every question I’ve had covers my walls
your answers arrows
tied with affirmation

I’ll fill a room with photographs of us when I tell you I love you
catalog every expression
why am I calloused and you so smooth?

promise me you’ll fly me to the moon
I’ll hand paint golden flecks in your eyes

will you maneuver a tweezer through my pink matter –
**** out the burrs?

slide your hand on my thigh
while we drive into Brooklyn

I’ll push myself off screen when the fear takes over

pull me in
wrap me
I am yours