it
would confuse me for a time.
absolute
room for surmising.
sunshine
falling on good and bad.
I would
look, search, meet and celebrate.
time
is made into friendship.
lakeside
meadows, cherry trees and
passion,
remorse for fallen pash.
I would
listen, as given a clue, some
need
tell when in wrongness.
a
soul I wish for, a soul I fix up for,
to
laugh gayly, to feel glee, it seems
mostly
impossible.
I don’t
say much, not in clarity, some
thoughts
might resonate:
like
walking in silence, hearing when
captured,
affectionate when
insecure.
never
much to start with. nor cares to
share
with, mainly fantasies, betrayals,
diligence,
or the last entrance into my
weaknesses.
check
the freezer, we might find
ourselves—smirking,
reminded of what
others
do not know, so close, reminded
of
what we do not know.
one
is floored, to reach, grasp, and
locate;
a tear for a tiger, salmon for
bears,
a crucifix for the house we live
in.
mainly haunted houses, Obama’s
daughter,
we do not see anger.
a
woman is hip, friendly, receptive;
so
close, so misunderstood, it can’t
mean
what we need it to say; mind care,
skin
influx, identity overhaul.
