I kiss you on your forehead 

In the name of the Father                                       I kiss you on your forehead

        The Son                                                                         On your lips

And the Holy Ghost                                                                 Your left 
          Amen                                                                     and your right cheek         

I cry after I come because

After all these thirty-line stanzas

I still compare all men to you

I doze off in a pool of wet

Wishing you were here to hold my water

 

In this meditative state of

pleasant yearning

fairy vague

The leather of your tanned skin is at hand reach

And I dream that when I wake up

You’ll be the first thing I see

 

I don’t want my hot water bottle

And friends who leave when their social batteries are empty and the

Drinks are drunk

Leaving me alone again to wonder

What I am who I am

Floating on a cloud

ungrounded

 

I want the tightness of your shirt around your shoulders

And the way your lips pout when you’re asleep

I want the way you are both eagle and teddy bear

at once

 

There will be a day

When the you in my stories

Won’t be you anymore

and when a new crush will come in

like an angel

 

But today

The portal between past and present is locked

Stubbornly

And I want to approach you like

Divinity

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