your grave

butterflies in my stomach butterflies above the rooftops I want to rise above where they flutter touch the sky with my lips swallow stars whole chase the clouds and weep after I want to hold the ocean hard and close I want to strip a field of flowers greedy, armful by armful I want to write my name in sand watch the water take it back I want to wake at the sweetest point of dreaming and wash my face in cold water until the tears are gone I want to sit beside your grave a little longer and not remember why you're down there now