I extend
I bend
I smile
I grin
Lavished in
A tint
Of Spanish
Moss and American
Mint. Spain swallows my
Eyelid's, takes me to
It's
View.
Haunting
I'm thinking
Of a man just
Like you\
What to
Do,
Keep searching
Or just
Let fate take its course?
I'm just a stained
Glass window,
Looking for my
Church-