Kill me by giving me a grenade
and telling me that it’s your heart.

I don’t want to know what your favorite color is,
but I do want to know what color you bleed
when you’re with me.

I had a dream that I painted my body blue
and melted into the ocean
that you swam through.

I woke up crying,
tasted salt,
and thought
“this is what it must feel like
to be the sea.”