I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Tuesday, August 10

... at hello

at first sight,
squeezed orange butterflies
from a rolled up tube,
indigestable, they
flapped their wings against
stomach lining
first-kissed you,
spray-painted my heart yellow
knotted tongue was unable to admit
how often i had premeditated the moment
felt the inner bomber
tag artery subways with your name,
every bloodcell passenger
headed in your direction
as our digits pretzelled into each other
incarnadine vessels pulse crimson rhythm
dreamed of loving you,
my blue waves lapping at your amber sand
skin,
wrote your memory in permanent marker
on my walls,
resist the urge to highlight my thoughts green
i pull out a sheet of paper
click my pen
to recreate your memory
at those times when
i long for you most.