I will sit all day
With my back to your door
Not caring if I’m surprised
I’ll watch most boldly
With kindness and dare
That your gaze would find my eyes
Should you choose to hear
The voice in your head
That tells you to seek my frame
I’ll step to your side
Let others walk by
The world will not be the same
What will you wish we’ll talk about
What do you hope to say
Come undercover with me
Don we a cloak and pray
Silent for that which we have seen
In awe for all you’ve not
Lean I this close in to you
Perfect mission our lot
The passive braggard
The gentle warrior
The stone-cold thinker
The bouncing brilliance
The One True North
Somehow
Against my will
You’ve created
The fierce lover
I’ve acquiesced
Would that you’d write me
A love note I’d be
A breve note
A base note
On violin’s strings
Ink my sweet heart
Quill to my skin
Join your hand
With my hand
The wind ‘neath our wings
An easy laugh
Is all I have
As I quiet my trying mind
To dream
For easy eyes
Of sand, stars, ashes
We’re on our knees, sifting through
Blindfolded even
Bring me the triple-layer cake
The one with the missing slice
Sitting high in the antiqued-glass sweet shoppe
Lemony
Buttery
Sugar so gritty none else could dare tolerate
Bring it and I’ll set it there centered atop my table
I’ll write of it all day
This water
Why has no one before written warnings
Charted out the crevices filled with lore of the depths
As if we we born old-soul seafarers
As if
We should walk on water together
A little
You’d not comprehend
This learned strip of rose Sky
Said East’s horizon
I whitewash this moment
A pull toward neverland
Grasping at fairytale notions
I never took to in the first place
It seems they’ve chased me down
My five year-old me
Waved their collective magic
And deemed I will believe
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