May 2014
He is fall and she is summer
Calm and hot and colorful
Beautifully ethereal
Warm down to the atoms
In my bones.
He is fall and she is summer
And they've been new for centuries
Oxymoronic and lovely and
Warm down to the atoms
In my bones.
He is fall and she is summer
And people like them don't exist
Just a figment of realistic imaginings
Warm down to the atoms
In my bones
And there is no rhyme nor reason
And there is no word or articulation
And I cannot describe or indicate
And I cannot understand or make sense
But they are warm
Down to the atoms
In my bones.
Calm and hot and colorful
Beautifully ethereal
Warm down to the atoms
In my bones.
He is fall and she is summer
And they've been new for centuries
Oxymoronic and lovely and
Warm down to the atoms
In my bones.
He is fall and she is summer
And people like them don't exist
Just a figment of realistic imaginings
Warm down to the atoms
In my bones
And there is no rhyme nor reason
And there is no word or articulation
And I cannot describe or indicate
And I cannot understand or make sense
But they are warm
Down to the atoms
In my bones.
No matter how many times I try to phrase them in poetry, no matter how I try to get the wording right...I can't. They're indescribable and it kills me even though I've never been more ecstatic to say that. I hope I can try and fail to get *someone* to understand how I see them for a long time.
