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.