do the bad days outweigh the good
when you speak into the corner of my collarbone?
                                                     ­                         "sometimes it hurts to be this damaged."
could i whisk you up in the Kwanzan cherry blooms
though your body still feels imbued with winter?
                                                                ­             "i've never met someone so afraid to be open."
must i crave the insatiable taste of salt,
gravelly crumbles of your encumbrance?
                                                                ­           "i love this moment, with you and me, right here."

                                                        ­                                     (in the morning, i am still syrupy stuck
                                                           ­                                  and the sequestering sun washes me off.
                                                            ­                                 clean from the ***** taste
                                                                ­                             that slipped off my sordid soliloquies
                                                     ­                                        into submissively diffident lobes.

                                                         ­                                     emotional adiposity
                                                       ­                                       i'd love to turn myself off
                                                             ­                                 whenever you're near)