poem for a long time

i could kiss you with mittens
on

that would be fine

and under swells of cold pine

(but not wet)
(i cant get sick yet)

i could kiss you on a surfboard
and fall into the sea

you could swim for me

(but not yet)

i could kiss you on a muffin top
if i already ate the bottom

(if we had something to stand on)

i could kiss you on a river boat
and call you huck finn

and we could begin

(but not yet)