I want to dance like a angelfish off your
smile. and swim deep and; well
into your hispanic brown eyes.
and all this, will leave you breathless
(if your mother knew, she would
lock the doors) because when I
come to you it is to get, fuck(ed):ked;up
like a line of Venice beach sandcastles along the shores
our season is coming. we must cut our pants
and trudge deep. into our sunkissed
oceans. we will dry our fruits in bottles,
and grow our pot on the roof. where noone
will look and noone will see.
the way our spider legs knot when
it's too hot to be all the way in love.
this spring will be fantastic.