I wish I could tell youI didTell youAnd youStillDoNotKnowIt still has been a year you do not knowI could tell you and you will never know

Powder blue doves you sing so sweetly in the Spring

Over oceans I do hear a ringIngIngIng-ing
Your chalkness I adoreIf could give you a screen of mineWould you take timeIf i couldIf i could
How brown your eyes weep my dreams intoPillows tear at the seems

Sing

Just a song

In spring time you weep dutifully mending the tulips for late May

NayMidMaySayFirstThe first of May.

Stars I yearn for your eyes

I yearn for your eyes aligned against mine

Tending to garden togetherForever

But mostly in the summertime

Outside the moonTonightThe leaves they said to me the ones on the tree outside my window.
That you and IShall bee

Shall be

Shall be

Until lightning stoke struck the tree crisp of the trunk

You see

As I see

I sunk deeper into a hole made of polyesterAnd in my fetal position my kneeIndentedA foamed memory

Did it

Did

My socks a whole rippedMy mind skipped to an astronaut in spaceOn the moon a danceOn the moon a manMaybeMaybe
I entered your body of water and ended up swallowedUpwhole
I remained a spec of hair on a sweatshirt for awhileBored gamesA puzzle piece incouched
From planets you ascendedFrom a painting at the Met
When our eyes metMy eyes wept white a puddleCentered green on the lost and found
Between the spaces my heart tracesDoes your heart endow in casesDoes yours do just the sameI do hope so

Swallowed deep a key me in my dispensary

Unlock the doors for me I thirst a tiny songOf morning dewI bid to youFor the morning in I shall be gone
Of my favorite poets playwrightsMy fies all a game
Open my mind and take a dipA teeny tiny sip
Of broken wardsPillow fortsCandied barns of sage and mint
You move in brush stokesSeems renowned
Chills up my vines when your aroundSilenced wind cool to the soundOfOfOf
My love is bound to you weekly in feathered threads fabric not mine to keep
Pickled itches tied dreams tied up up in laceSailing somewhere out in space
When my watch beeps every hourI am grateful for being

Maybe I can’t let you because you are my blue

I a clover
You the wall
Music And
Bounce And

Bounce

That’s all.

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