I like the name Tove...
she looks like the girlfriend
of the villain in a ski movie,
a child of the kindly west,
I wonder what color her eyes
will be in Germany. a Bachelor's degree in philosophy,
we are both kind of obsessed
with this song.
discoveries change how your life
looks at the world.
I tell her I want to date someone funny,
but not fun.
I want her to make dark, witty jokes
under her breath with me,
while sitting miserably
in the corner of a concert
that I dragged her to.
she cracks a joke
about Becky Gelke,
and a mystery can be resolved
by identifying a femme fatale.
I sleep in her sheets;
she sleeps in my shirt.
I sleep in her silence;
she sleeps in my shoulder.
tomorrow, I will tell her
I love someone else,
because tonight I love her.
mixing her mysteries with mine.
Tove, tall and blonde,
with brown eyebrows.
I can't take my eyes
off her collar bones;
they are the sexiest thing
I have ever known.
sitting on the sober hearth,
she cuts the Beauty and the Beast bandaid
from my scary hand
with the same knife
that I accidentally cut myself with.
in that moment,
I want her mystery
to be me.
I promise to never
read over her shoulder.
She promises to listen
to my music recommendations
always immediately.