The sun

you're not

leaving yet. no,

i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,

lower your waving hand,

tell you

something to make your eyes crinkle

again.

again,

again,

again.

let's do it again, except now

 i know not to close my lips 

when i smile,

not to look away 

from the sun.

i know

someday a woman will love you,

sleep every night with your breath in her mouth,

not the briny gulp of ocean

i swallowed when trying to call you.

watch me now, see

how my eyes change when you talk.

you're not

leaving yet.

no.