i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

I looked at you and you looked at me
How those sparks flew instantly
Oh how I thought you hung the moon
and the story of us began with a swoon

Then the story of us...became the story of you
and I grew bitter and thought things were through
I wanted to tell you I miss you but could not figure out how
I never knew that silence could be that loud

Maybe if we could just meet in the middle now
Maybe it will all get better somehow
Maybe now we can just kiss under that moon
Maybe our story isn't over .... it just started to soon

I tried to
write
a poem about you
but instead
I scribbled a
big, orange-ink blob
and I figured
that made
just as much sense.