No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.

I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.