18

I'd like to kiss you
on the cheek,
on the insides of your wrists,
press my lips to your mouth full of toast.

17

Even my hands
look big and rough and ugly
compared to the ones they could hold.

16

I wish I could tell you that

every love poem I've ever written is about you.

14

Around here you need to know when to drop:
Your hand, when no one is shaking it
Your gaze, when someone confronts it
The subject, when it gets too heavy

Everything, when it all feels too much

13

I love the way my mouth forms the color of your eyes,
and i wish you'd kiss the word off my lips
in the same soft way as
my tongue curls around
it

12

Lips.
Kiss swollen, even though
the only time
they have touched other lips
it was my
mother that woke me up
with a small peck.

10

I think I might have fallen.

Yes.

In love, I mean. With you, I mean.

With the curve of your lips when they stretch to a smile. With your laugh and your voice when you call my name. 

With your blond hair and light skin and the way your ideas make no sense at all or the way they make after all. 

But I am on the other side of the window, looking from outside to inside with my face pressed to the glass and i wish you'd notice

or put flowers to your hair even once