hot tub kisses

you are a puddle i drove into 

and i need a car wash

so i will wash myself in the rain,

but not while we are kissing

i will baptize myself with your salt water lips

and you will hand me your sins

i will lay down in you

and we will drown.

so deep that our wounds will look like the moon from here,

and the poets, will look like the sun.

"and when you leave"

i tell him,

"i will cry so much i can taste you."