if love.

If love is a current, then you are an ocean breeze.

Let me taste the salt that you leave behind.

Maybe then, my skin will feel a hydration you could not supply.

If love is a kiss, then I’m a goodbye.

If you listen, you’ll feel my lips against your backside.

My breath lingering on the standing hairs of your neck.

Maybe then you will learn the weight of absence.

And if love is pure, then cleanse my hands.

All callus and blistered and bloody.

Make them wet with your expectations.