i want to lick your brain

give me
just
the tiniest
taste

i won’t
let a
single
drop
of
your
brilliance
go to
waste

after all,
you’re
one
in
a
million
or
a
billion
or
whatever that
made up
number
is
that
children
use
to
express
that what
they’re feeling
is
the absolute
best

i’ll meet you on
the Hlíðarfjall
slopes
crossing
my fingers,
toes
and eyes
while hoping
for the most

one day,
maybe,
hopefully,
with wishful
thinking
and
pushing
and
planning
and maybe
a bit
(or more)
of sneaking
we
will be
beyond
these silly
dreams
and actually
be touching
side
by
side
with nothing
left
to
hide
because
we are
actually okay
with
ourselves
and
with
each other