Monday, December 29, 2014

Sometimes



Sometimes

The thoughts about you,
they’re naughty sometimes.

And sometimes,
I tell you.

And sometimes,
The thoughts about you are rather amusing.

Like,
Your noises.

Your noises they,
Really light up my room
The way a rainbow might
Or a glow worm.
Or, Aurora Borealis.

Like,
Your light.

Your light,
It changes me.
It really changes me
Rearranging
my cells.

Like,
Your cells.
They’re my kind of chain reaction
My kind of,
interaction.

Fire me up
My clay heart
In your kiln.

Like,
The ten-thousand sculptures
of your ten-thousand faces
Perfect.

Your ten-thousand eyes,
a meadow blooming.

Blooms for the bees and,

The bees and the birds.

Like,
Your honey, Honey.
It tastes like the rainforest
Mysterious and complex,
and like,
Biodiversity

And sometimes,
I think about you.

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