You asked me what I wanted to do
— touch you, feel your essence
& grow into a singularity
but the stars! & I am a flat earth fly
— touch you I want.
Kisses on rosy cheeks. Do
the right thing.
but the thing is imperfection.
Kisses cold. Cuddles creepy.
— I am of innocence borne.
Wo Hen Hao it sounded
like that. Then shut doors. Alone.
You asked me what I wanted to do
and I said love you in a language
you didn’t speak, then smiled
as I begun my walk of shame.