I want to chase perfection until my mind has been left behind and my body is folded over on itself, rivulets of my own skin.
I will stand by the sea and try to take that colour blue hostage, lock it in my pupils
So that when you look at me you’ll see nothing but ocean floor and you’ll fall deep.
I will gaze at the sun on an overcast day and its feeble warmth will seep into my pores,
Next time that we meet I will grasp your hand and you will feel like a beloved friend is embracing you so openly you think you might cry.
I might even tell you that I love you,
You will moan low until the forest shadow dips down to meet the city
It will be the greatest lie the trees have ever seen.