Guilt sometimes drowns me under the wholeness of the feeling,
Like water reaching for your lungs, waiting to suck the life out of you.
Words don't know
the fingers are in action
and make sense of
my unsolicited thoughts.
I woke up one day
How can I save this feeling in my heart?
I dreamt about this guy in my class
And we paired up for an exercise once
And maybe he’s been wandering
It started out as a tingle,
a small vibration in the left ventricle of the heart
a tender laugh from the lungs
I dreamt you were a poem,
A poem I wanted to show someone...
Show it as a trophy
Praise it like
A beautiful Cadillac
On our first Super Bowl together
you gave me a slow-cooker
because I told you I wanted one since I was young
but my parents always told me that