seeing you in me

spirit in beside me now

slide divine precisely how

tip turn tears upon each cheek

upside frown to speech critique

fumbled words lick underneath

catching counting from backseats

is it me you’re looking two

eyes meet mine like sweet perfume

it’s not the making sense we crave

it’s dicing fruit for lemonade

into pieces all your parts

unboxing segments of your heart

don’t pull back

to disappear

come in closer

my liquid mirror