that have not been named yet.
I slide between the dips of your navel
and the swoops of your collarbone
to stay dizzy all day long.
We are using each other to avoid growing old.
So I ask you,
be young with me forever.
We can call each others’ wrinkles ‘love lines’
and count them like rungs on a tree
to figure out how many years we’ve
been avoiding dying together.
We can stay in bed until our white hair is
a wispy reminder of who we used to be.
You’ll live forever with your
eyes wide and a child smile because
I’ll never see you any other way.