love, follow me

love, follow me

to the end of the water.

let’s take away

the rarest of things

from our findings.

let’s look

for the unexpected

guessing

what might be sleeping

underneath which rock.

and let’s give the snake

the road.

the snake deserves the road.

it’s the snake's road.

its bite hurts a lot

but it’s the bite of love.

wait! don’t pull

the bee’s stinger out.

you’ll get an infection.

and when the day eases down,

and the sun begins to sink

all orange and cooler to the touch,

let’s pee-script our names

in the sand. but wait!

I’ll do it for both of us

because across the sand

at the end of the water

my penmanship is better.