If I give
Love expect it
To arrive without
A return address
If it doesn’t
Fall upon you
It shall fall
Upon another needing
It but please
Know that it’s
Addressed to you
If I give
Love expect it
To arrive without
A return address
If it doesn’t
Fall upon you
It shall fall
Upon another needing
It but please
Know that it’s
Addressed to you
And then right
There with steam
Flowing from ears
Like a kettle
On the boil
You made me
Laugh and what
Started as heat
Turned to the
Sweet steeped tea
Of just us
And so he
Just walked out
And I wondering
If maybe he
Might maybe he
Will but never
He does and
So what’s next
Just know that
When you sleep
I am with
You and always
You kiss me
Each time like
It’s the last
Yet like summer
Follows spring tenderness
Turns to heat
Like a warm
Towel after cool
Baths and like
Butter melting on
Warm bread your
Kisses come surprisingly
Like rain showers
In Honolulu sunshine
Bathed yet cooling
Tender and sweet
Like buttery croissants