you monolith the shade of my footsteps
(let’s fluctuate our emotion
so that when
you ***** in puddles
you can feel my dry comforter skin
and I
will repeat your dimples
when I’ve misplaced my humor)

you makeshift my silly condolences
(let’s pretend
that all is everything alright
and when
the wiser awk
wardly
pass their sympathy
we can shrug jumpy
joy)

you harmonize my musings
(let’s crouch
flinging insouciant
postulations
without proper schooling
with bona fide
elation)

so that I may be your noone
when you are my anyone.