quiero ser importante a ti
quiero ser en la misma pagina
del mismo libro
quiero tu voz, tu vida
aparte de mi, las arboles siento lo mismo
she said she wants our roots to touch
she thinks they would twine nicely
the star stayed above her head
as she pressed forward so did the emblem
she felt the distance
along with the truth
confronted at a meeting with the obstacle inside

~ I want to be important to you~

as he loves his favorite rock
he cares for her
eyes as deep as Japanese beetles
her hands cold
trace a crack on amethyst
muddy and diagonal
rain for the slug jars open on the terrace
they sit low on the ground floor
with bugs and the better part of building shade
he wants to break her open
as if the rock is a geode
and the crack is the clue
but her weight runs smooth over jagged tools
and no force of his hands could change something permanent
no stone is the same
they slip and prefer the bottom of the river
then to the eyes of a collector

you still have every reason to be satisfied