To the boy who dons the red and white jersey
i.
your eyes burn
like city lights,
slowly melting what
was left of the walls
in my heart.
ii.
you toss and turn
me and I speak
mouthful of this
violence
but I simply
can't walk away
I guess,
it's just hard
not to love the ocean
iii.
with you, I've learnt to quiver
without having to blame
the tremors of the earth












