I want you to
Belong
To me only on
Rainy days
While my bones are
Weary without
Notice

Today I shall
Call you my
Pariah
& you will
Sleep underneath
My wings

You always had your
Right to know,
Honey
But they'll steal your
Right to
Dream
& your heart has
No place
Tacked to the
Corkboard

You hid the poetry potion
Too far beyond the
Shelf
& she still caught you
In the glow of
Green
& all the beautiful
Things
Never made sense
To us.