2.
Chewing with your mouth open, talking all the while.
I couldn’t help put purse my lips.
The way your hair frames your face, you look small.
I’ll put you in my pocket, I’ll get small too, and I’ll crawl into your mouth.
There’s this true form of love.
I can see it in the very light creases of your neck.
There’s a cold mountain range on the back of your hand.
I’d spend the night in a tent between the peaks of your knuckles.