I fell in love with you
all over again yesterday

You’re your own idea
written in blood and electricity.
You’re Pulcinella. You’re judy.
You’re someone else’s description
of light
imagined alive.
You’re temporary.
You’re the dream in a Jivaro head.
There’s the ceiling of a skull
just above your clouds
and even further out
there's another.
You’re pock-marked, wood-wormed
with thoughts,
words,
that you’ve been taught
on you, like tattoos
and shared birthmarks.

You’re picture-framed
in my eye sockets
flipped and made
understandable
and only some of you
oozes
through
like the sun
below the surface of the sea.
You’re me
and i’m you
swirling in each other’s boundaries
like the Tao and oily water
and the point between the colours in rainbows.
You’re infinite to mayflies.
You’re an explosion’s leftovers.
You died last time I saw you
and reformed in the doorframe
when I came around again.
You’re the world’s re-used love letter
from ****** to organised organism
incubated in original sin
the kiln
making Russian dolls from living things.
You’re the seed of a ghost.
You only existed since this morning
and yesterday’s you woke up
and is now out haunting.
You’re both here, and there, and here
a string vibrating
a seismograph
a tree ring
Earth’s music
playing
and playing
and playing.

With every smile,
With every glance,
My hopes are raised,
My joy enhanced,
I'm on a high,
It's such a rush,
So i make my move...
My heart is crushed.

Was wishful thinking
on my part,
I lost my head
and followed my heart,
I learnt to see
what wasn't there,
Her love for me
Is now elsewhere.

Will i ever learn
Not to take the bait,
That drop dead smile
That seals my fate,
It reels me in
And i can't break free,
I'm filled with a
false sense of security.

So again i'm struck
Deep to the heart,
With the realization,
We are apart,
The love we shared
has ceased to be,
So from now on,
just good friends are we.

One thing is for sure
the night will die and the bright
sun will come mourning.