the brand new name

we pull winks out of our eyes
to toss at passing yachts.

kisses slosh in our mouths
like fighter fish and beat up
the insides of our cheeks.

at night, your breasts
feel like hard boiled eggs
after the shells have been picked off.

sleeping peacefully, you have
little, secret scars that only appear
when you dream of durians.

do I love you? do I love you?
over and over, I hear those words like
the brand new name of my heartbeat.

no one knows the synopsis
of eternity, but it’s enough
for me that we pretended.