she sits by the bay window
of her favorite coffee shop
the Little Prince's and Bowie's girl
yes, both boys are her main bop
.
a child of the mysterious moon
who lives among constellations of stars
and quite recently
a certain sun captured her heart
.
she's shooting away for photographs
like how her pentax captures existence
he's shooting cupid's arrows
both converging into the distance
.
a well-rounded young lady
whose words will put you on edge
i read her poems and our messages
like stories that tuck me in bed
.
we have the same good friend
--who's called guitar
on some days i dream with them both
to play a gig at a bar
.
she's a protector of the flora
and lover of the trees
buddies with the fauna
nature's beautiful grown camaraderie
.
a lone traveler to cities and worlds
and sometimes to outer space
and other times just in her room
with her mind, pen and journal in place
...
despite us being born at different times
somehow both our lives rhyme
so remember: every day and every night
i love you, soulmate of mine

I shall give you a voice
to bravely call out his name
when you see him.
I shall grant you the legs and feet
to run fast after him
when he doesn't hear you yet.
I shall present you with arms and hands
to hold him close
when he embraces you with his.
I shall bestow unto you the lungs
with all the air you need
when he kisses you as deep as the sea.
And the most of all,
I shall give you a lifetime
to do all of this wholeheartedly.

he asked if i ever smoked
because my eyes are always teary
and my lips are pale and dry
with my hands always shaking

i told him no
but my mind's a constant cloudy haze
and it's caused by something dangerous
to both our health

when it burns, it has this unpleasant smell
and tastes bitter on my tongue
much like your bitter lips
spitting out unpleasant words

it's us bygone,
it's we
in the past tense
it's we-ed