“Vein Vines”

There are tulips underneath your fingernails,

and dandelions in your hair.

Don’t let me go,

to that place on the corner.

I don’t want to trade.

Do you know what a needle looks like?

I love you.

Your eyelids are blue today,

the same color as your coffee mug.

Did you find my smile?

The same color,

as the ink on your chest?

It’s under the kitchen sink,

if you want to share.