simple
so simple
this direct line I have to your heart
that hears every word I say to you
and amplifies it like a megaphone.

simple
the brushes of the wind
and how they tip your hair
and bare skin every time.

Under the tender blush of your vivid skin.

so simple
so abrupt and easy, disrupted and quantified
its emerging from its shadow and facing the cold shoulder of the wind
and its alone
at last

Gone and alone.

and to think
it could ever be so simple
to think that a thought could ever remain simple
it expands and erupts and the levee of the mind
breaks.

Yet, its simple.

how free and furrowed and wise this love is
how intangible and mystic, dim witted and polite
its always so simple
then one day you remember
its just a thought.