—EVERYONE I LOVE HAS THE HARDEST TIME SLEEPING

Our Un-sculpted

You can be my Garfunkel

and I’ll be your extra

kidney or spleen. 

I’ll paint your eyelids

such pretty colors

the sun will blush butterscotch

and never stop yodeling. 

It’s easy to synchronize ligaments

when the bees are this

drunk on Frankincense. 

Let’s make a poem out of

hope and yarn,

saliva and parking tickets. 

You can dance on my shoulders

for days or weeks,

even when you’re sweaty and smelly

(I won’t ever mind).

Our breath can teach us

foreign language skills. 

You can be my

Little Red Corvette and

I’ll be your pink heart and

green clover cereal. 

I’ll read the horoscope

below your belly button

and make you giggle Monarchs. 

What do you say? 

Let’s be lovers. 

There’s still time.