It has been … years
… months
And … days
Since the first time I saw you naked
Since the night you ripped off your shirt
Stuck your boobs in my face and said Touch them
I touched them like a diabetic third grader opening
a Snickers bar
You said
I thought, yes I am But you are so soft, I said,
Your lips, they’re like whale blubber
That wasn’t my best line
But it worked
Tonight in the grocery store, I found one of your

hairs in my underwear
I pulled it out in the frozen food section and
THAT is so gorgeous, it could kill a man
Good thing I’m a leprechaun Lucky
Lucky Baby, I have no idea how this will end
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from
the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th
Or maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of
your communication skills
Will leave us
Like a love letter
In a landfill
But whatever Whenever
However this ends,
I want you to know, that right now,
I love you forever
I love you for the hardest mile we walked together
For the night I collected every sharp knife in the house
And threw them one by one on the roof
Then told the sun,
Listen show off,
From now on, you are only to give me blades of grass;
Things that are growing and soft
‘Cause there’s this girl who says she wants to
float on her back
Through my bloodstream
And when she does, I want my rivers to reach the sea
D’you hear me, lover? Do you know, the night you told me you had a
crush on my ears,
I swore to never to become Van Gogh
And look, baby,
They are both still there
Just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar
I never trusted anybody more to poke enough
holes in the lid
So on the nights you sleep like a ballerina,
I try to snore like a piccolo
And I press my lips to your holy temples
And I say,
I crash in to things in the dark
Even when the lights are on And I am wrong more often than I am writing
And even then, I am often wrong
But when my friends are in the bathroom at the
Rolling dollar bills in to telescopes,
Claiming they can see God, I will come to you
Holding my grandmother’s Bible,
I will press it to your chest
And I will bless it with your breath
And when you ask if I wanna roleplay Altar boys
fucking in the kitchen during Sunday Mass I will say,
Hell yes
But only if you leave a hickey on my ass
In the shape of Jesus’ palm
So I can be sure I got nailed
Down Lover,
You will never lose me to the wind
You are the lightning that made me fill my chest
with candles
You are the thunder clapping for the poem that
nobody else wants to hear You are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first
day of spring
You melt me alive
You kiss me as deep as my roots will reach
And I want nothing more than to be an eyelash
fallen on your cheek Then being collected by your fingers
And held like a wish
I promise
That whatever I do
I will always try my best
To come true

– Andrea Gibson

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