harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
i didn't want to write a love poem of you for you in you or at you (i hope it's not at you) i wanted to sit on the patio and shell peas in sunshine that is lemondrop yellow
i didn't want to write a love poem for you in you of you from you (i hope it's sweet like honey on your fingers) i wanted to have a bee linger in my palm and feel its sticky legs dark as velvet in its flowery complexion (she really was pretty)
i didn't want to write a love poem in you at you of you or for you darling (i hope it sits like soft petals in your stomach i do) i wanted to eat the berries from their branches like the black birds do and smell of lavender like my pillows were in rainy july times
i didn't want to write a love poem of you in you for you and at you of your baby blueness for your cosy cluelessness i wanted to be as light as light right as rain sweet and baby new oh yes it's true
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