All of my favorite things
involve your
face

or the way your hair would
naturally fall over your eye
as though it was the veil
that was hiding the only
woman in the room.

Everything else is
obsolete
when you open
your mouth,

the world doesn't
turn when you
move,

the rain doesn't pour
when you
smile,

nobody sings when
you talk

piano keys won't pla-

Or uh...
something...

There’s a rose on the mountain
only drinks from the fountain
pens are neat and messy
blurs of emotion
I prefer the paper mate
to fast feel that inkjoy bliss
though a pencil is still valid
when lost in the mist
avoid the cliff edge
on toward the wall
is only as tall
as a medium hedge.

©️JMCole