I wish I could tell you
I did
Tell you
And you
Still
Do
Not
Know
It still has been a year you do not know
I could tell you and you will never know
Powder blue doves you sing so sweetly in the Spring
Over oceans I do hear a ring
Ing
Ing
Ing-ing
Your chalkness I adore
If could give you a screen of mine
Would you take time
If i could
If i could
How brown your eyes weep my dreams into
Pillows tear at the seems
Sing
Just a song
In spring time you weep dutifully mending the tulips for late May
Nay
Mid
May
Say
First
The first of May.
Stars I yearn for your eyes
I yearn for your eyes aligned against mine
Tending to garden together
Forever
But mostly in the summertime
Outside the moon
Tonight
The leaves they said to me the ones on the tree outside my window.
That you and I
Shall 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 polyester
And in my fetal position my knee
Indented
A foamed memory
Did it
Did
My socks a whole ripped
My mind skipped to an astronaut in space
On the moon a dance
On the moon a man
Maybe
Maybe
I entered your body of water and ended up swallowed
Up
whole
I remained a spec of hair on a sweatshirt for awhile
Bored games
A puzzle piece incouched
From planets you ascended
From a painting at the Met
When our eyes met
My eyes wept white a puddle
Centered green on the lost and found
Between the spaces my heart traces
Does your heart endow in cases
Does yours do just the same
I do hope so
Swallowed deep a key me in my dispensary
Unlock the doors for me I thirst a tiny song
Of morning dew
I bid to you
For the morning in I shall be gone
Of my favorite poets playwrights
My fies all a game
Open my mind and take a dip
A teeny tiny sip
Of broken wards
Pillow forts
Candied barns of sage and mint
You move in brush stokes
Seems renowned
Chills up my vines when your around
Silenced wind cool to the sound
Of
Of
Of
My love is bound to you
weekly in feathered threads
fabric not mine to keep
Pickled itches tied dreams tied up up in lace
Sailing somewhere out in space
When my watch beeps every hour
I 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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