Size up your lover for me.
Elated and bouyant,
I bet they wax electric in your eyes.
It's not a surprise that I'm a mess again.
I whisper secrets into origami
Hoping they bring you back to me.
Remember all those nights we loved?

With paint brush arms we
Painted pastel sunsets.
The morning became a Picasso
We hung up to dry.
With fingers stitched together
We had hang overs for breakfast.
DIY and so beautiful,
It still lifts a storm.

We owls are pretending to be
Wise with our fate.
Those good old days are
Best left declawed.
Let the hanged man have his whiskey slur.
I miss your tigers' eye
Casting sparks under my pillow.

Let me offer you,
Stubborn and sensible,
A wild recalesence.
I am as useful as a unicorn
In the mess of leftovers paradise.
Holding a sign saying welcome home.