Pietro

If we die, it will be laughing

hard enough to suffocate

or fall off chairs, crack

open our skulls --

I want to lose everything

steeped in your joy.

No, I want to contain

each extreme simul

taneous, then feel

nothing. Tell me obscene

jokes & desires. Whatever

you want me I already

am, soaked in milk or

cerebral fluid. Maybe

for a moment we can live

& then finally be empty.

**This poem was a part of my Love Poems project, which I wrote about in my Field Notes Series and you can read on Medium. I will be posting more of the Love Poems here on Vocal as well.**