there is soil underneath my fingertips
from ripping up flowerbeds
because when i dyed my hair red
the color of roses tainted with metallic blood
for you
you told me that it looked prettier
in her garden
the color of my eyes
is sandy, ***** like my name on your lips
but her eyes look just like the ocean
that i am desperate to reach every time the tide is high
you make yourself known with shaking hands
and unstable heartbeats
and the floorboards howl with every step you take
and yet
every time you feel i am getting too close
you remind me you are
*just visiting