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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