to you

if you held my heart with your tongue

I think it would be healed I think
your saliva would stay

in my golden mines and we’d never
ever have to worry about

preservation or conservation or moration
but only respiration and perspiration and

balcony full moons only whether your
tongue blocks an artery or a vein

because my blood only ever rushes or sleeps and
and usually it’s dormant until

you write my name on your wrist or whisper
princess in my ear