I wish I could write like herstorms were the sermon for Sunday shedding deep scarlet, sycamores freestyle a river-dance, leaves twirl in tapestry winging with hummingbirds i blinked twice in your twilight, wishing a willow of water words to enrapt me in rhymes of your rainbows and the way that your heart births a sparrow (each time) wishing your wrote words were mine. Rococochronically captivating reeling me into your raptures' rococo to your den of debauchery...i lay tethered you..my fix..my addiction me..your albatross acrobat lured in your wander whirl in the lush of your lyrical, making me do 'those" kinds of things but I'm gonna stay here a while in our volcano of vodka, singed sheets sheets and contortions of crosswording having tired of Clorox and wash and dry spin cycles that won't render me clean again since i tossed out those smiley face surrogates seizing my poetry with their sugar high cloud collage carnivals (perhaps I'll go back there some other day) Forever your flowerdaffodils Saturday
but you missed the reception i took the river road climbing the trellis flash dancing the skyway expecting to trace you and I'm missing your wonder whirl its forget me not colors the cloud collage carousel my segue of synergy much later that morning i collapsed off the hire wire overrun by the obvious you were simply an annual i'm forever perennial blooming with butterflies I'll cradle our petals, and scatter our seedlings where the heart meets the arrow on the way to the water flowers
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