Strange, how
when I think of you,
I think of pomegranates,
I think of raging streams
& pistachio ice cream
& the planets.

I think of
your malachite eyes
& whiskey,
& how you made
me feel in Manaus,
smoking twisties.

Yesterday,
at 3:31 in the morning,
I was thinking about
your firm thighs
& your tender touch
& the reasons why
I cry.

But mostly,
I think I think
too much.