A crush that didn’t pan out

 If I believe the whispers of ease
Then I can return to my body like it’s all the 

swooping branches hung random and 

right 
And I can believe you’d think so too
If we got to lay close
Live in each other’s mouths
Greet me with your shapes 
Let me see where your patterns petal towards
I could show you what I look like
Laughing naked about what you’re gifting me 
We can see what our waists look like
Carving shadows while we switch shirts
I want to see your good naked, present it to me
I want to see your bad naked, a flash of 

fold in a rush

Imagining your hands on my ribs
And mine on yours
Maybe you are here to be a woman with me