Unfinished

Let’s kiss
outside of the bedroom.
Let’s hold hands in public
and I’ll wear your smell like it’s perfume.

What we have is not a costume
to occasionally put on and show off.
So strip down all the labels and the acts,
stand up naked in front of each other.
I’ll write your name on my skin
and you can wear my heart on your sleeve.

I’ll try to finish this poem
as we lie in bed, under the influence
you, of alcohol and substance
and me, of the substantial thought of us.

Hà Nội, 12/2020