If I stare long enough you look fleshy.
Like a glistening wound, sliced into a smile.
And yes, our smiles meet,
and it’s like natures sweetened water.
It’s complicated, sometimes…
You see, the freckles like to get stuck in my teeth.
But I think better of it, for I learn more about you.
Since your water is sweet,
I sometimes I have tackiness on my fingers,
But I lick them and leave the stains.
I’d bee with you any season and any day
You never lose your smile, even if you feel bruised
If you are taken apart or left out in rims
I’d nap next to you and curve to your body.
What is left is just enough,
We only have so much time.