For
sheer enchant, a crying caress, running through stop
signs.
We graph pure science, jesting and lying, and
stirring
dreams. You give it chance, a sight to see it, a
vulnerably
strong woman. I pitch a rant, to nonchalance,
where laughter implodes. We draw life, to live a carousel,
neatly
for love. Oh for how, a week of jingles, and nude
for
torture. I’m jaded, to ask for show me, where
mountains
slide nightly. I open doors, and share fruit,
and
broil steaks. We’ve gained five pounds, to complain
not,
a morning of pillow talk. Oh for thoughts, and
stage
lights, and Shakespeare; and oh for pain, and past
trauma,
distorting for vision. There’s baggage, to salt a
sea,
a subtle harpoon. We felt it therapy, mourning softly,
peering
into shadows. We stuffed a monster, and fed
leviathan,
to search for paradise. I’m circles, Love, mad
for
driven, and pushing passed mirrors. Oh for tender
tendons,
and spearmint breath, hiking up a spine. We
music
life, and partly sick, to spread such beauty.
