When you look like your mama
And your sister
And all the strong women who built you

I would like to give you
Fluorescent orange poppies
The ones that line the California coast

How will I wake up?
From your titan warmth
The hold of our hands and legs
How even after months
Our bodies conform

Tucking myself into the warm seam of your tighs
Thinking, babe, you’re gonna miss that plane

Your visits, a replenishing, gentle shock
Each time, moving in slow motion
I refuse a formal goodbye
Yet I am at the mercy of your reaction
Laying siege to your touch
As I peel away