there are days the melodies
rise from opening
earth
and wrap themselves
around the branches
of trees
blossoming
wet lavender
petals
they drip down
note by note
fall into and
return
to the earth
again

looking down a city
street
you tumble
into the memories
of cradling sunsets
cradling arms and bodies
of past romances

those are the days i know
i couldn't help loving you

i loved you like the champion
the beggar
the defender
the gambler
the martyr
i loved you
with the sun-stricken craze
of a woman
who knew not
what else to do

but give it all
like she was meant to