our life is going to be grainy photos, rolling grass, blades of clouds, curling toes into mud: pedaling down hills and falling over onto our tummies guffawing with red faces and sun-soaked skin: fans breezing by your face, heat and smallness inside: rings on our fingers, I love you forever

sometimes I hate it all, such love, until you kiss me
until I wake next to you, until I feel your face, until I lay my head in your chest

I want to dive like a falcon and pluck the features out of every single woman's face and body on the street, with my beak, until  I see every man and I use my talons to rip out every extremity

thank god I married you