Romantic wise man, starry-eyed traveler,
                  Quick with your heart
And words that trail a thought’s whisper
As a shadow’s lost ripples soften with journey,
The centralized passion blossoms in memory.
And the world will know that Love
To have the entire world spark ranks of leaves
In the universe that exists between Lovers.

One road examine, one pair exploring
                    With sun rays imminent,
To behold a lifetime in one bright glance,
Pregnant light in a fertile flourish of green population
Where cities stretch like lovers’ sleep
And princes’ reigns cascade from sleepy, drooping yawns.

An entire life, A flash of worlds
Experience flightily in a traveler’s sigh,
Who exhaled down cliffs and heights of Lover’s bonds,
And stared down the glare of
                                              That other universe
In the briefest clash between Lovers’ eyes.

I can't blame you,
Really.
You're bound by blood and guilt,
Guilt and blood.
You'd be better off
Without the xanax though.
You'd be better off
If you didn't smell like a decaying skunk.
But you wouldn't know right from wrong
The way you know right from left
When it comes to the haze you fall into
When all that high
And all that guilt
And all that blood
Comes into play.

And as for blue-tipped skinks,
Who like to pretend they're dragons,
Well, you might be garden variety
But the advice you gave unto me
To help a mangled capricorn
Ended up helping me
And now I'm so much better
Than I was.

I couldn't thank you enough,
The way you asked me how I was
Less than two months after
Everything imploded.
You only did what you thought was best,
And I will always understand that,
Even if it never landed in my, at the time, favor.

And as for weasels
Who have the tongues of snakes,
You did what you did for your own amusement
And you did what you did to stir up trouble
Because you thrive on chaos.
But your chaos forced me away
Forced me out
And into the arms
Of someone I've known and loved
For much longer than I've even flightily cared for you.

And I'm grateful.
Though it hurt,
So does all growth.
You were a growing pain,
And I have grown
Far beyond
My need for you.

I grateful to bats
And skinks
and even snake tongued weasels.

And I always will be.

they say you usually end up with someone just like your father,
which is kind of ironic,
seeing as you always showed up.
you were 3,000 km away and you still managed to show up everyday,
with a little more love,
a little more strength,
a little more courage than you had the day before.
apparently you weren't unavailable enough,
flightily enough,
you didn't let me down enough.