your eyes are the color of walking away;
your mouth is the color of railroad tracks
in winter and every car is holding another adventure
i want to be a part of.
your breath is the color of electricity, and your
teeth are just unwired circuits and your
smile is just another miracle my mother
said i would see one day.
my father spoke of you.
he told me one night as a child
that love was just oxygen. love was
the trees bowing to us. love was just another
natural chemical reaction.
dad, please tell me that this is love.
tell me that this woman is the one.