The tip of your nose trips me updown the potholes on the shiny black road Cheekbones like mountain ranges cutting the clouds like the edge of a blade ..
Spit flies from your mouth as it flies openits like in the movies where the main characters kissbut its not at all like thatI stand up, slowly, weakly..
If you don't care about the seasons why should I expect you to care about how my eyes roll inside my head with pleasure every time I see youIf you don..