The star chart blinked like
beacons splashing across
the strewn-water horizon

To Valentina forever. 

Start with a house made of matches. 

What I was doing was obvious.

Before I knew what a panic attack was, or how to come down

Gifted for my age until I started talking

I would like to spend all my hours in all my days being a child with you.

Your hips are an orchard, where I put my lips, teeth, and tongue to the fruit that ripens with our heat.