The universe poem

I walked by the trees today,
waking them up with
my cigarette smoke,

they were
a little taller now
and so was I

since we first
held hands and
walked by these
slowly swelling memories
etched into bark.

I've always wanted
to write
I love the creases
in your cheeks
when you smile,

like really write it

on your forearm

with permanent marker

and go over it

until it becomes

a really blotchy

looking home job


but instead,
I just traced it
with my fingers
as I tickled your back.