I lay my love on the string of kite
I admire the thing
as it glides stories high
but detest the burden carrying it

saw you in my dream again
it was as much you as a watered down
pigment of your skin
I dare slit a pallet to paint you
to make the horrors real

too dense to be sunshine
instead
I’d love to be your dark cloud
anchored to your finger with twine

smother the one you love- a slogan I recite
lay only with me
having doubts snuffed into washed out color
a jungle cat full of ****
no desire to hunt
only to smother

one last thing
hold me tight like a found doll you lost
that had been flattened in the road
many times
I lost my button eyes but now
you
can see who I really am