I Gave You Lips, Mary

I want to be tied to you--
a last name after marriage,
a baby to your
conscience.

I want to hold you in my palm,
but you crumble like the
feta I buy at the
grocery store.

I want to dive in your pool
and soak in my time with you.
Let them weigh me down,
force me into the
ground, where you
should bury me
in an old coffin, because
I never deserve anything new.

I want to smother you with
hopeful kisses, let you know
things happen for a reason.

I want to tell you,
I opened your letter,
the words your hand let
spew out when your
mouth wouldn’t let you.

I want to let you know
the things we never said
were meant
to stay lost through
the space you put between us.