May gave us tall grass.
Clumsy hands pressed my clean hair
into the cool mud.

dame's rocket
lion's mouth
bittersweet

Love made, pillow fight;
you draw moons on my eyelids
and kiss them goodnight.

When you said
what we have is magic
I didn't think it meant
you'd disappear.

I pretend that your poems and 
my poems go
slumming in disguise;
carrying on in dark doorways
of riverfront bars—
tipsy, telling secrets,
spilling out into the sweet-smelling
night,
libertines 
more in love 
than they were before.

You rewrite me.

I learn the hieroglyph for longing,
the derivative of sigh.
Ours is a softly spoken love

and I'm a breathless scribe.

break
n.  interruption, intermission
n.  an unexpected piece of good luck, happy chance
n.  a sudden dash, sprint
v.  what my heart did, shatter

indifference*
n*.  the feeling that I get from you that it doesn't really matter