as their shoes fill up with water

what is good love?
lover of the plasticine pirouettes crafted by hungry, hungry girls
what is it?
these sad relations have caused a tremendous wave of sentimental confusions
what is good, love?
lover of the intricate weavings crafted by hungry, hungry boys
what is it?
these yearnings have caused sleepless nights that free fall into daydreams that char my fingers, those incendiary devices waiting between lips that choose to say, ‘maybe honey, maybe’

good love can go wrong, you say?
wrap me in the wave dear then
tell the gods they cannot have this blood
I’ll drip over volcanoes and evaporate
this heart is mine
only mine