unsuited
to quiet thoughts,
my mouth moves
even in sleep

spilling my secrets out,
uprising seawater
licking the sand’s toes
lapping myself like a dog

and, this night
found me
all tail wag and tongue
at the thought of you.

I stuffed my mouth
with a handful of snow,
hoping to ice
all this sweetness

hoping
to thicken my tastebuds
with cold,
but instead

it all melted
spilled
from my pink lips
to hit the cold brick

of your smile,
struck down
with impossible timing.
In retrospect,

I
should have taken
a bite
of your frigid heart -

known
I was foolish
to reach for the stars,
hoping

to pry open
the rapture of God,
wielding only
my own

stumbling
tongue,
my own mythical
etiology

this time,
I swear
I’ll cease sharing
nocturnal linguistics

I'll learn
to stop dreaming
nirvana
so loudly