I like how sunflowers turn
Their faces
To the heavens
With no fear, my darling,
No fear.
And when your silent fingers
Brush my cheek like I am a
Canvas
I , too, drink the sun
My eyes cannot stop drawing
Curly-q’s
Across your body across across
Your soul
If arms could ever feel like an
Old house then yours,
Well I could feel the weathered walls
Of your tenderness

If only you could leave that feeling
behind
Before you go,

before you go