I've tried to warn you
again
and again
about
those times you say
your hair is ugly
because it doesn't glow
as you'd like to
or you are as uninteresting
as a grain of salt
dropped in the water
of a cosmic ocean
or your gritty knees
aren't lovely because
they aren't soft enough
to sleep over them
or your eyes aren't shining
because you feel
you are empty
as if nothing matters
I've tried to warn you,
the dearest of my moons,
that you are
so wrong.
I find you,
let's see,
fascinating,
glowing,
chaotic,
enigmatic,
magic,
soft,
lovely,
ephemeral,
yet,
so unforgettable
I find
your hair
dancing
with your shoulders
to some music
that
was really
acute
yes, I find it
so amusing
I could stare you
for hours
(no matter
how much
your hair
'isn't glowing')
I say, I can connect with your veins
and navigate
through
all your inner galaxies,
in constant expansion,
with their entropy
walking around
in the park of life
and I believe
it is
so wonderful
I can't believe my eyes.
I could get lost in your skin
every time
you get
asleep,
because
Radiohead isn't enough
to make me feel
like a lost song
if I'm not lost
around you,
then,
why am I lost?
and, yet,
your eyes
are a mystery
waiting
for the rain
to come
and wash you away,
and wash mankind away
that's why,
my darling,
I keep insisting
that
you
are
so
wrong.
for her.