you had puckish eyes under furrowed brows.
"i wish it was as simple as me leaning
over & kissing you," you whispered
a long time ago, when everything was complicated
& the simple act of kissing seemed so impossible then.
it was before i knew how to fight for myself,
so i couldn't fight for you.
when i relive the scene in my head,
the blue of the sofa is really vibrant,
& when i hear the words, they sound like
i'm hearing them from inside your mouth,
like i just crawled in & laid my spine out along your bottom teeth
like a zip.