When he is away from me,
my heart reaches from my chest like a wet toddler in a crib.
His voice fills my ears like brown whiskey in a crystal glass,
occupying every single tessellate crevice.
When he is away, his smile shines like sun on fresh snow,
And his eyes icker like chunks of glitter
falling through the clear goo in a snow globe.
When he is away,
His touch seems hot and scarlet red.
Feverish and dеsirable.
When he is with mе,
My heart retreats like a salty oyster into its shell.
His voice rips through me like a scissor in a seam.
When he is with me,
his smile is so loud I hear it with my eyes shut
And his nose drips
and his mouth drools
and his hands are clammy and awkward.
He is gilded in light from 5 feet away.
He is bothersome from 3.
Why can I love him,
only when he leaves?