Beautiful formations
Start to fall, slowly...
It will always be my loss when you try to talk to...
It is his voice,
yaa, the voice of that one I love...
Nothing I submit
lays claim as original...
You are such strange fruit, oblong and fuzzy
with a purple belly and...
The thought that I thought was not the thought...
If you think I will wait for you here
beneath this rain-soaked parasol...
If you breathe beneath my roots
I may lose a fruit off my branches...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...
Unicorn's graciously run
Across a field of wild dandelions...
I watched you -
a heart of bereft love...