What I Haven't Closed
You plant a kiss because my mouth is open.
A pie is stolen because the window is open.
I am not an iron pot, a hot stove, a rainy day.
You let yourself in because the door is open?
You leave me rust and a sink of dirty dishes.
Luckily the late night menu is still open.
You'll kill me, please do not debate this.
No umbrella, I am entirely wet in the open.
If you leave tonight return my keys.
When you return the door won't be open.
Swindler, flood this poem like moonlight.
I'll leave the window open.
You are the rain blessing the city streets.
I am the umbrella whose breath is held
Tonight we are impeccable.
In the morning we can collect the pillows
off the floor and change the wrestled