When you laugh
I can't help but imagine
flower painted groves
caressed along your skin
and collarbones heaving
petals off
dancing
a prancing dance
their whole way down--

he loves me
he loves me not--

and your voice when you are
trying to catch your breath
afterwards
reminds me
of falling rain
showering above my rooftop
in a pitter patter
ease
of a night spent in chaos
then calamity,
your eyes
breathing me in
in
in--

*don't let me out
before morning.