where,honey &lemon
  is replacing the
flowersome air,where
the sea is not half
   as sugary as

this toothache way
   I find Myself in.

see,I want the some
-things,
        I want all the
  little somethings
but nothing & nothing
& nothing is what
   I,ve found.

is relief grown
in riverbeds,where   is
  content & her litter
of reminders that,'every
thing    will be   okay?

one of My
       little somethings
,to Me,which shows I am
okay, on board&sailing
           for utopia.

i finally saw two magpies
for the first time
                   since february
(they were resting on
                         a signpost
then, it was valentine's day)

i wrote 'happy valentine's j x'
     & imagined you florid
(it was calflove&sweet
       & it only grew stronger)

letters, dried flowers, poems
          i wrote for You
(We were kizmit,to be,
           i always wanted You)

i gave You everything i had
   ,all but kissing sense,
(i wish i did, your lips
    were all love ever meant)

i finally saw two magpies
  You have a love, i don't
but i have finally seen joy
        & You will see me float

yesterday My pin fell off,
        'radio heart'
it said,so yellow&bubbly.

I said it was a sign, I said
  My universe
is spinning me out&out into

a waltz & I cannot keep up.
     the music,
it's all a little too loud

& You move a little too fast,
             My dear.
You move a little too swift

& collapse into a twirling
     eidolon, falling
right through My fingers.

this love of fate is true

You, My chimera, were
          so woven into
      this rippling fabric
I wore as a man
  in love

& fate, She is more
than haute couture; She
   is a pair of jeans worn
& torn & patched up well.
         She is timeless in

living&walking, knowing
   I gave it all       to You.
My kizmit,   You gave Me
new    heartache, which
       I will plant, & reap

                            amor fati.

closed your eyes & I imagined
how You felt;  the itch of the sun,
the thirsty breeze & My sating gaze

You looked so beautiful  ,  then  ,
quenched by    love & wanting,
flowered&budding a new meaning
of what it is to just Be,so perfectly

reflection spits
off the road
like venom

(all this happened
under slurred
red murmur        )

vashti bunyan, i am rocked/
/fluting free to Her melody

You put the kiss in kismetly,
it is My reassurance of fate/
/destiny/She;loves always for
                                             Me,