BF

I remember then

How your tye-dyed eyes were crossed

so you could kiss me

properly

and how your

sugar spun skin

tasted

if I concentrate

I'll remember

I'll remember how

you used to hold me

with fingers all trimmed in lace

soft and quiet

when I needed you

that way

but other times

when I felt loud and messy

you spread my wildness

like sweet jam on toast

and you laughed as we

finger painted with mud

tripping and sliding

and ridiculously filthy

our grins were still creamy white

and they rhymed together