her name is aly and on my tongue it tastes like chai and late night sermons and already, i am always with her, my mothlike self drawn towards her light.
in biology, i learn that every living thing has two names
binomial (2) when i look at her i wonder
nomenclature if her last name could be mine as well
stolen exam keys and my stolen heart
& i know eyes are the key to a heart/
so when she looks at me i'm sure she can tell how i feel and how i feel about how i feel
we look at a dragonfly under a microscope and when she leans over her hair brushes my face. if i were on the other side of the microscope, i am sure her eyes would be as hypnotic as the misty wings
she smiles and everything fractures (my breath is gone)
i look away and she lets me go
friendship bracelets and friends
i can already tell how this one will end