Pancake smothered just enough,
butter melted only
'round the edges,
sunlight spreads; yet,
doesn't wake me
swinging doors,
which make no sound,
mice you'll never know
are there
heartbeat you may never feel
completely undressed
and dancing with yours,
scent I'll never
become addicted to,
taste I'll never
become addicted to,
hair I'll never
untie from mine,
hugs during which
you'll never feel
the hard-on,
lips my lips may never
dream upon,
poems we may never share,
bonds we may never
explore

I curl my note,
lick it so you will know
what I taste like
if you ever become curious
when I am gone
I seal my note
with heart-string,
drop it through the bottle
mouth
cork,
glue,
bolt,
burn,
pray
the bottle shut,
and hope that you
never learn to sail
or swim
or dig
or discover –
because maybe things
are sweet and perfect
just
the way
they are.