Once we’re done and the sky is shattered with mosaics
of black feathers, and the mosquitoes have pierced tightened,
skinny inklings of the ‘i love you’ we left on the backs of napkins and
buried inside the neck rest of a stranger’s seat on an
airplane to Haiti. Once the languages merge together
and the light from the greek remains and the chinese gardens turn on at the same time. once our passports are stamped full and the glass
windows have been pressed against and our coffee mugs have been
marked with my lipstick and once I kiss you goodbye to the tune
of old music and hello to the tune of new books.
once the pirates have met their match and the sea has met us,
will we be worthy of once upon a time?