i wanna write all my poetry about you,
sweet mayflower, your ship floats 
far away from all my fears.

i like your flaming hair, and your
grass green eyes, i want to stare into them
until mine wither away in winter wind.

baby, i’ll spend all my summer late night
talking to you, feasting on pearls and glitter —
sprinkle me with your perfume.

i ride your ship, hoist your sails
that say my name, like its the only name you’ve ever known
and i’ll wear your rose like no other exists.