I swear we were mixed tapes in our past lives
Mixed tapes handcrafted by secret admirers
I swear someone delicately knit you together in the womb
Someone must have because the lines in your forehead
are like intricate details someone had to have thought up
and your neck is a subtle waterfall bending to kiss the earth
like a gift
Your lips are a gift
a sonnet someone was dying to kiss on the cheek
I was dying to press my lips to your cheeky soul
your fragile bones
Every inch of me begs to keep you
tucked into my back pocket
like a wallet photo you show you to all your dearest friends
your complete strangers
Let me keep you like you keep your favourite love song,
like you keep Bon Iver on constant repeat
I want to be something so dear to you