i let light trickle down:
thoughts of a life i
could stand to
be less weary,
to
have some sweet smile,
in the doorway,
or on all sidewalks,
or between the sheets.

some sweet something,
like you.

finally, grasping an idea,
a want;
your gravity
coalesces, in small bundles about me.
i am inevitably drawn,
in tightening circles,
to the thought
of my mounting resolve to
give you
all of the world,
the skin of my lips,
point eight litres of oxygen,
all stars, all nights.

and, so,
i tie strings to your fingers,
in dreams.

i bide these two weeks,
in hope.