springtime soliloquy

as the snow melts into oblivion, i have fallen for you
repeated your silver name that's been etched into my tongue
sketched ribbons of rivers into my forearm

today i sat on the floor of the gym and watched the world with blurry vision
glasses askew, something bubbling in my veins, ears.
it tasted like longing and sweat and stolen oil paintings. i want to bottle it
and sell it to all the pretty girls, bless them.

and bless the milkweed that grows dutifully in the july sun, next to the pink thistle.