how many odes
I've written
to the deep caramel honey
that are your eyes
how many times
I emptied my heart out
longing for their gaze
for the melody in my head
to play in the space
electrified
by your lashes
and the corners on my mouth
what's it going to take
fingers
unintertwined
sights
empty
a heart that lies waiting
like a chained puppy
home alone
waiting to find out
its fault
