off my fingertips and into
your black ballad of tears;
I created a culture in your
seams of appreciation and
lost laced leaves while i
was digging for truth.
and unto me you fluttered
your desperate wings of
curated beliefs and nutty clouds
all packed into an eyelid ;
closed for the seasons.
inside of you i find our meaning
and if you come closer to this blue
i fear your omniscient opal
thoughts will die in a drowned
temptation of fury and delightful
curiosity. wagon of dreams
sweetened with a fractioned pear.
inside of me.
