Am I a fleeting stage?
A quiet name caught in the rain?
--within a book, another page?
Are you as crazy about me, as I am of you?
Do thoughts of us dance footprints along the faculty
But of your accord, your clandestined autonomy: as my magistrate; you have, by benediction, a
This--this dream that I cannot have, save within the confines of sleep:
She tucks me in with
I've privilege the purpose to poll a shore by stroll. One sighted not too far and traced by lakes of
The sight of lips lacks gender. So, too, we cannot count with tongue.
The sight of surface
I love watching you walk from behind, onward with a precarious figure. You step towards a place
I want to take this day and pour it in a wine glass to sip slow and savor -
And when the night's
I let you walk ahead -
Because you go before me.
Because watching you is a scotch glass filled
Hark, sage, thy vibrant earthy self, with predication to pawn pieces of your love in places of my
A year is what I'm told. How will I tell you? It's spread, like darkness as the looming sun
You found me full of sideways-s. You looked upon a backwards view. It was there that we parted
And still I see your window sill.
When I first met you, I was always
I say... I've met you lifetimes ago. I still edge to my seat, though. Perking my attention. Combing
Still I talk to take you tipping towards my lips to kiss… To let you go, I cannot, no, because of
U. Seemingly there is little faculty left in my mind for anything less. U.
U. A globe when you
She's never known what she wants- never has and still rarely wrestles down
her wishing crown