while i was brushing my teeth
i tried to write something in my head about how loving you must be like eating cotton-candy
the way it dissolves on the tongue
replaced again by more greedy handfuls

but the idea sounded better
with a mouth full of warm water and tangerine-tinged-mint paste

instead, i sat down and wondered what the sound of this word might taste like
and what it might feel like going down
i thought about the winks, then couldn't stop smiling
i decided to move to rotterdam