dear you,

i like you so much i want you
to snake your arm down my
throat and tug me inside out;
bend down your head to my black
eastern seagull and kiss it, find
my liver and apologise. i want you
to pluck the old snowflakes from
my stomach and watch them spill
across the pub floor.

your hands can live in my jeans
if you want. you can bite down
on my fingers.

life's for the brave, for the people
who aren't afraid to say FUCK and
drink bad beer. so i'm gonna get on
this bus! i'm gonna shave my head!
i'm gonna drink this tequila sunrise
and crane my head to the moon
like its your face in the morning.

it doesn't matter how many secrets
and sad things you put inside a
person; they'll get drunk and throw
it up anyway.