And did I tell you
about how the
sunflowers
you painted on my skin
crave for you
every morning
yet the winter
never ends.

Where are you, my sunshine?

Bruised.
Beaten.
Thrashed.
Yet,
you remained soft.
I think you
are made of water.

Imagine.
You.
Young in love.
Nothing to lose
but your heart.
That's how tragedies start.

I’m going to need you
To speak for the both of us
Because darling
You leave me utterly
Speechless

flatten your tongue
slip it between your teeth

n.

your little lips
forming an elipsis

o.

put them together
and may you declare
a word you’d so carefully deny—
no.

you spell it out
on table tops
shout it
from the rooftops

and when cursed hands
seek to defile your shrine
may you exclaim
"i am mine"