Beautiful garden
Don’t ever change
Water your flowers
And don’t rearrange
Keep your distance
From flowers and fury
From roses and sadness
Sunflowers and grief towers
Don’t stop to smell them
Lie down and dwell
Lie down, cherry plum
Lie down, cherry plum.
Cherry plum sweet as whiskey
Whiskey cold as fire
That’s you, cherry plum sweetheart
That’s you, cherry plum love.

dear you,
if i could say these words to your face without
stumbling over my tongue and spewing a mindless
combination of 26 different letters, then i would.
but, me being me, i can't seem to look at you without
a knife dragging from my heart to my toes and
my tongue falling out of my skull like a dog that ran a mile.
i wish that i could speak to you the way that
i write about you.
i wish that my tongue would form words like my fingers
do when they type or write or draw.
i want to express myself to you. to your face instead
of hiding behind a screen, sending a message
to tell you how i feel.
i may have a way with words but i do not
have a knack for speaking them.