Milkweed
Arriving by the slightest of chances, gnawing on husks of stolen glances, the thinnest skin of laughter, unworried for what comes after.
I'm a man wider than the sea.
You flail those two letters as if they don't shred.
The moon glowed between your fingers before they were the breath that lingers.
And you, more slender than milkweed.
