Simplicity will make its rounds As it always does when I'm missing you. I can tell you're missing me in the way you glance Quickly out of the corner of your eye As I'm fiddling with my ink and paper.
We make rounds with one another Alternating shifts between affection And you watch me almost instinctively Perched upon your over-sized sofa cover Disguising all of my dresses you imagined as "the one" Floral, striped, simple brown like parchment paper.
But you are stowing away patterns that remind you of summer past. Only now it's spring and summer's not yet arrived A fact that until today remained unknown to me. But of course you'll be leaving soon And I'll be wanting you Even if so it was not enough, even more In the nostalgia of unwritten details in the past.
They pattern themselves as soldiers awaiting deploy Into some unknown battle with a sparkling eye For they know not what love is; They have only tasted it in envelope adhesive And flittering longings of long-lashed exchanges Of forward observations brought to attention By none other than the golden-haired stable boy;
So they battle with a passion of longing instead. They have traveled this road many times And knowing what to expect, they Delve forward despite disregards of the illumination Of the embellishing light of Lady Moon Upon the night to beckon their lustful eyes and bodies To become one with their defenseless souls Beneath the silvery threshold of her flowing *****.