Love.

It's the vibrations I feel
sitting up in space,
looking at your atoms apple.
It seems like my own
swallowing my mirrored face whole.

Growing up moves sexuality beyond the wetness
of my lips
or recognizing my sister's poetry in my handwriting.

You will understand these things:
Wonder from afar
Question loudly
Fear people
Smoke less,
Want me more.

Fall into friendship of some mystery and
break me open.
If your ready you'll crash
and won't tell me I'm willing.
I'll whisper, "See how it all happened so organically?"