You tease me about my horsey teeth-
neighing all the while...
Roses for your girl
but when you are long married...
We truly are caligrafy-
wordy emotions dripping...
You tell me that
I am beautiful...
I am in awe of
your colourful soul...
She reads his letters while alone at night, under...
Folds the paper when she's done, hangs her head...
Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...
(I)
What miserable virus plagues ourselves...
As fluting beaks rejoiced the waking sun,
I knew your furrowed heart needed a balm...
when everyone had forgotten my name,
she rose over me...
Her plane is late, delayed in Akron
winter storms pushing back departures...
broken never means
destroyed when the inner-child...