something like a root tapped,
even zapped,

a 2 AM reminder of legs
fingers
and the how many places a body can
blush.
you think it's just there but think even deeper

i think i am in love with pink

i can barely stand to look at anyone's lips.

i am following through as if

yesterday was a soft knock from a friend in the middle of the night.
by which i mean escapes are good
and you must have left your weathered shoes
cuz the footprints continued to climb.