If you looked at me a second longer,
I could probably fall into your eyes,
leaning closer till I lose my balance,
and forget that your smile doesn’t
quite
reach
that deep deep deep aqua blue.
Is it bad of me to want more?
Am I greedy?
This morning, I wanted to sleep more.
Last night, I wanted him to kiss me more.
Tomorrow, I’m going to want something else.
A coffee, maybe.
I want to find a little mint that says
“Eat me”
and jump into this glass of water;
see how long it’ll take before someone notices.
