Purple mango leaves,
The tree unfurls on one morn;
Tender smile at the porch!

Tender fingers caress,
Ethereal wings sprout on;
Psychedelic flight!

You love the way I do.
You come crashing down so hard.
Falling, falling into the abyss,
Just hoping someone will catch you.
You don't know how to stop
Or is you don't want to?
You stare into their eyes.
Like standing on the edge.
You lean to close and fall,
Tumbling down those mahogany cliffs.
You need only affection, touch
Closeness, reality, a person to see you.
Like a baby bird you heart is tender
It needs to be held and warmed
Alone and cold it freezes,
And never learns to fly.
I know how you love,
Don't you ever wonder why?
Because I love the way,
And you love the way I do.

Sometimes
I wish I had a lazy tongue
That would fault
Itself
And make it difficult
to blurt out my thoughts
And all my contradictions
In a hopeless posed way
like how leaves flutter
away and drift
Without a curious glance
or murmur.

Your facade
does no(t)
r(e)flect
(n)or give justice
to what's
insi(d)e that
h(e)art of you(r)s
that you
keep hidden