If only I could be so small to lie in your eyelashes as a hammock. Swim in the whites of your eyes. Dive off the Cupid’s bow of your lip. Hang with two hands from the corner of your smile like Peter Pan from a clock tower. Dance and splash in the tiny brown puddles of every single freckle. Crawl into the lobe of your ear and hide in the seashell cavern where I can hear the ocean and whisper it back to you.
