i am beginning to feel the spring in my fingers
i wake up and they do little dances in my hair
grab and pull me out of bed
***** on my silly little head
pull up my lips into a smile

i feel renewal in my teeth with each crunch chew taste of greens
someone told me about zucchinis and platonic queer lovers
and i could only think of your onion hair slowly peeled by my hands
and your tomato red cheeks blushing harder as i speak
to you in memories with frightened big eyes

and oh

would you be mine?