I love you in the evenings, like old flower petal piercings. I love you like a rebel and a gypsy. Hold the ties tighter, stretch my wantings. Rise the eye, cut the mouth, I can’t speak you. The alarm clock is turning to sepia and I am turning to dust. The seconds are waltzing and the minutes are mocking. Braid our hair to a tail of a mermaid & try to breathe with me when I’m not breathing. Count to zero, count to love, count to happy.