i promise i can speak
but the way your lips
turn up into a perfect shape
seek to prove me otherwise

its not the way you love me
or how much better i am because of you
but the wonderful picture we would paint
if you did--
and you could,

if you'd only trust me,
my truest, because i've never
wished more that i weren't
a twig of Violet,

but a tall Plumeria
with a strong stem
that weakens only for you