a lot of things i'm

      got

2eyes2hands2lips
and a mouth between
them and a voice between
that and a heart i've got a chest
where it's red and it moves a more
at you it goes like a deer wildly through
startled brilliant lances of light in a once was
placid, soft, and smooth copse of never trees

that wouldn't (for anything) yield, neither
would it want to but you're like sweating
in the dead of water (between autumn and spring)
frozen,
                 cool,

                                 warm,