the first time i kissed you
(you call me tight-lipped)
was the first time i felt real love
start to form like cool moss
soft patches tucked in my organs
coating my bones
and to love someone
(i've heard)
is to give them room to grow
and grow you have
like a forest
of silent, sturdy dedication
thick in the air like fog
the climate in between us
is cool and misty
settling and condensing
i will take care of your garden of moss
and kiss you loose-lipped
on lichen beds
if you hold me like a puddle
i think of you at night
and dream about osmosis
