Hand Graffiti

I wrote a poem on my hand to study while driving back from Bremerton. My car smelled of freshly picked raspberries and an inspiring mix tape danced the stars late into the night. The memorization was a success.

since feeling is first
Who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you

Wholly to be a fool
While Spring is in the world.

My blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
Lady, I swear it by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis