I want to tell her
But i can't.

I watch the spring rain fall.
A gentle tapping,
Sort of rapping
On the window's pane.

I focus on the sound until it fades.

I close my eyes and remember the day,
The scene is painted in a greyscale haze.
There stands you
Across the room
Enveloped in blue.
Your favorite colour.
It's late on that late winter's night,
And we're with our group.
If I said I knew who was there
I would be lying
Because it was you I was eyeing.
I'll skip the cliches, like
Butterflies
Or, better yet,
"Love at first sight"
Be as they may,
They all came true that night.


A casual glance became
A gaze became
A smile.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice,
Then Five,
We held it for a while.


I take a drink and pause the haze.


Minutes become hours that drag on for miles
We found ourselves in that grassy field
Dotted with trees,
And rabbits,
And owls.


A hot summer day-
The south suffers waves.
Hand in hand we make our way
Through the trail.
We fall behind our friends,
There's something I have to tell.
I stumble and fumble
Through letters to string,
I can't think of what to say.
And you say it's okay.
I smile and hold you close,
A mixed sense of pleasure morose.
Your lips touch mine,
And my heart explodes.
I can't believe we let each other go
We became 'twixt,
Ivy to our bones.


Again
Time lapses
There I am standing
There you are
Hanging
On him.
My rage demanding
His end.
But you come between
Deny instead.
Say I'm not right in the head,
Well, baby,
Love killed me dead.


I turn to walk away
And in turn you turn to
Return to he
Who shook your leaves.


So we've parted ways
And all was well
Until recently.
When I examined
A mural
And saw I missed a shard.
A blue tile
The final part
To my stain-glassed heart.

It haunts me to think outside the stars. 
To speak with those against, and, then again; 
I'm against what you're against, and you're for what they're against. 
Time spends. 
It brings forth the fourth planet from Earth. 
It enters my crooked spine, aligned with dirt and sands. 
And when i open my mouth, it escapes. 
Heiroglyphs, an ancient text, 
And i expect that they will tell . 
Unravel my DNA, and tell of each and every cell's tale, sell it for a penny, and craft a sail to sail away on the sea of Seychelles. 
And i wait. 
And wait.
And wait.
And I wait for a response from among the grains of sand littered along the banks of the sea. 
Granules that barely breathe, and yet still they sing.
"In the days of one and three, the nights are empty, and the days are green." 
And me? 
Well, i wealthily breathe, often scream, and seldom sing.  
I scream.
And i scream,
And i scream. 
I scream at the sea for not speaking through its seam that is the beach. 
And I scream at the sea for not bringing me what i think i think i need.
My skin breathes in the breeze, and the bones in my knees, they creak. 
The stars are plucked from decaying string, and meet the timid sea. 
The sea, she sings
"In the midst of one and three, you seek, but shall not reap. The meek, not the weak, shall breathe deep what your lungs weep." 
And into my spine, the earth retreats.
She sinks her teeth, and she eats, and eats.

I can't
As in it isn't right
As it isn't possible
Like the final digit that suffices the thirst of pi
Or a mandible unhinged and to the right

The tangle climbs
Up my vertebrae
Roots in my spine
And bears fruit in my inverted mind

It's as if i was a tree
A split seed birthed a sapling
Surrounded by weeds
Chosen by the keep
Nurtured and watered
Told to the skies i was free
And as i grew
I realized my reach
All was within
My branches leaved
Rings gave birth to bees
I expanded
High
Until my bark the sun bleached
And the rays through my veins seeped
I burned
Charred
My father weeped
Through my fibers
Gravity eats
Roots
Like fingers
Fight to keep
Their sodded sleep
Crooked
I barely stand
A portrait of desolance
Overrun by weeds
My rotted wood
A worm-ed feast
Where are you keep
My roots slink east
Rid me of disease
After the plight
Of many sinking suns
And fervent pleas
I ask not for the strongest bark
Nor emerald leaves
I am weak
I only seek peace