I've been told to do a particular favor
a peculiar one,
like a post-it stuck underneath
the surface of the desk
do a favor and run a hand
down the underside
ignore the gallant arrangement
of hardened bubble gum
there is a post-it
with a lost message
so I have been told
I took the post-it
and found a single word
written "Hello" in pencil
in the most awful handwriting
and I took a pen and wrote
a greeting below
sticking the post-it back where
I found it. And the next day
I found the pencil erased
so all that was left was my
own "Hello."
and I could never figure out
quite why that was so

there was a girl,
a slight girl
with peppered flush cheeks
and golden brow
where heavenly sways
within her keep,

there was a girl
with lips ghastly glow
sweetly pale under
the glints of the sun
and the way the sea
foams on coral shores

there was a girl
with strong curved legs
taken like from a marble stone
and plump hips blanketed
like the gentle ***** of
a rolling hill

there was a girl
with eyes reminiscent of early dawn
the light of day which so few ever sees
the iris retracts as the brightness ascends
still retaining the speckled flecks
of a thousand floating stars

this girl was a girl
with no ordinary talent
and no great mind
yet with laughter like sugar crackers
crumbling in a hot potato stew
she held the weight--the meat
wrapped around her bones

she would hug her elbows
and bite her lip,
collect sweat beading on her skin,
sit in a quiet corner and ponder
what lays beyond the walls
which alluded to a great yonder

what a whopping willow
slinging sunlight
cascading off of falls
like the sea-enriched spray
of another lifeline
anchored in the crease
of a out-reached city
busting restlessly
in spite of the
whopping willow tree

The clicking of shoes
The city night suffuse the air
With its chattery warm glow
I hook my arm in yours,
Feeling quite at peace
With the chirping night
And the cool tepid air,
At how the moon shone
Just so your eyes shone fair
I'm not fooling myself
I know I cannot indulge too deeply
There is an end to every story,
Even just a stroll of two best friends
Wrapped in a complicated fortune,
A love without a rose
A love with just two faced syllables
Never knowing which brick
Is made of fools or gold
Only knowing our paths were to travel
Together as long as it shall last