I like the way your words taste
not nearly copacetic daffodils
but a boisterous bouquet of
letters tied so neatly
so crisply
that I dare not close my ears
even just for a second
because a time without you in my mind
is one I'd rather leave behind

i miss the 3 a.m. blossoms you left across my neck
the dance we created from the movement of our bodies
and the harmonious sensation of our skin

i miss how you made my heart screech the heat of the summer
in the bleak of winter
how you made me forget what language to speak from the
movement of your lips

i miss how the words 'i love you' rung in your voice
in such a way i can visualize it and grab it from the air
engulf myself in its serenity
and say it to you back

i miss the way the sunlight gleamed in your eyes
the way your hands felt
the way your smile invented my happiness

i miss everything about you
but why don't you miss me?

so criminal yet delightful,
an everlasting face of foolery
words wisps upon his lips
entangled with truths masked
within lies

he is pretentious
attempts carry on as persons
so polite yet deadly
he who makes those feel centered
ignorant to the strings lifting their arms
feet dancing to the rhythm of their doom
intellect marking no boundaries

the earth beckons at his feet
the wind kisses his face
you can smell the fear in the air

the world is his kingdom