the words i cannot tell you
itches around the walls of my throat

there they lie
at the edges of my tongue

i cannot breathe
i cannot think

the only way to stop
is to tell you

i found the universe
and where it stops, where it begins
beyond your eyes
inside your mind

i got lost

my lungs are like flowers,
they blossom
when i breathe

but like when winter comes,
they wither
when you leave

jars of peanut butter not yet opened
and being the first to scrap the silken surface
with the knife

your favorite movie airing on television
and watching it again all thrilled because
some tv execs wanted to share it with the world

taking a t-shirt out of the dryer
and for a brief wonderful moment
it warms your cold morning skin

being alive

yes, you were all
straight-edges and knives weren't you

until the clouds dare drift
to colder skies
you melted right before

our eyes