Today, your eyes were pools.
I took a careful dip,
and it burst open
the levee in me.

Today, your fingertips were candy.
I drooled at their sight
like a child, unassuming,
about the wonders of life.

Today, your smile was fresh.
Like a fresh sprinkle
of salt, on my paper-cut fingers,
after all those words about you,
I had frantically put down.

I’d tell you the truth,
but I’ll save it for tomorrow.