Look at me,
This mess of flesh, of blue eyes,
Of tendons and nerve endings
(No, they are not endings).

My mouth has trembled with the
Thought of your lips
(My mind is wrapped in skin).

I would unwrap myself,
but I am human (all life needs a boundary);
My words bleed from my mouth to you.

In daytime, flowers hold the rays of sun;
At night they let go—(flowers control
The movement of the heavens).

If am to convey anything to you,
I must hold you
(My synapses will pulse into your body).

But how can I approach you? I am told
(Even by a part of myself) that
I must keep a distance thicker than skin.

My youth makes me think
That I can influence the cosmos—
I hear your laughter from afar.