If your eyes are cornflower blue and I describe them (that way) how does it make you feel? Also, your skin resembles the wet, white inside of a cut green apple and that is why I am always here and biting down. You have crumbs in the corners of your eyes, a moody disposition, sometimes you remind me of a pelican. You horde fish and you want everyone to remember you. I play with your cat. Pretend to feel. Possessive. When, you, bend, to, kiss, me, you taste like Pelee Island honey. I often wonder what we would look like in the forest, your thin belly full of maple syrup, my hair sticky?