Imagine loving someone with the diligence and care of a blind person reading Braille, fingers scanning bumps, tactile derivation of understanding

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose—
But were always a rose.

Outside my window I see a kite,
red as a cherry right before its prime,
flying against a grey sky.
It's struggling to escape, relentless like a dog on a leash,
tugging and stretching until its tongue hangs out.
A boy with clumsy sneakers and a curious smile,
with skinny legs like knobby branches,
and a freckled, sun-burned, smiling face,
feels its tugging and stretching,
but decides with great determination,
to never let it get away.

My echo is light enough
Two forces I couldn't touch
My serious turn of phrase
My sarcasm not phased

I let go and tighten up
New courses all made of rough
Lie eerie listless and say
Could I really give a ****?

Stuck in this current of mine
Enough to swallow and die
Fish food I knew, close they drew
But they just gnaw at the rinds

Love is the drug we rely
On to be closer to fine
Wish that we already knew
Must be those warm hearted lies

A world with the answer to your inquiry craved in your back
A lack of perfect mirrors as everyone needs to disprove superstition
A position based on faith that two wrongs make a right
A plight for a useless cause to try to give chaos meaning
A seemingly trite case of "I need more than them"
Phantom limb performs sad hymns only to the wielder
All of this in mind, I could guess what part of hell I'm in
So when, with your disposition, your body so thin
When did you sneak through the cracks

We are sinking with the ship
The oars have gone to ****
Now we only have four arms to row
The sea's tide carry us from the landslide
We sleep with the fishes tonight
So just let the boat sink below

And I'm so high
But Eleanor, would you mind?
Talking to me like you've know me all your life
And it's fine
Eleanor, could you find
Some of the orange warm light
Or maybe make it mine

The brown ground is soft under our feet
But sinks us into the street
No branches to pull us out
So our lungs leak air and swallow dust
Now I know what must be done
I have a feeling you do too

And I'm so high
But Eleanor, would you mind?
Talking to me like you've know me all your life
And it's fine
Eleanor, could you find
Some of the orange warm light
Or maybe make it mine

If you could try
I hope you will sleep tonight
But if you don't that's just fine
Because you've got yours
And I've got mine

it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies