I'd like it if your orange were more blue.
If your red more green
and your eyes more less than moons
that break waves against me.
I glue glaciers to sun
to cool your Spring's mischief
and never am i happy to remove
from my stillness
between Us.
I am unjoyed
in the twine of our lost joy.
Made unkind in the rasp
of our sour glee.
I glue glaciers to the sun
to cool the misadventures
of our dire hope.
I noose the rope and sing
as you go beautiful
away
from me.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
I'd like it if your orange were more blue.
If your red more green
and your eyes more less than moons
that break waves against me.
I glue glaciers to sun
to cool your Spring's mischief
and never am i happy to remove
from my stillness
between Us.
I am unjoyed
in the twine of our lost joy.
Made unkind in the rasp
of our sour glee.
I glue glaciers to the sun
to cool the misadventures
of our dire hope.
I noose the rope and sing
as you go beautiful
away
from me.
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