May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap...

I,
would love to smell...

A deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning...

A kitten
cracking tears...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

Upon my wake, the sun became a light;
too bright, like fire just fueling a stove...

Come, meet me at the door;
there's a small lamp - a chandelier...

I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart...

Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...

Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...

If I ever was like the grass as green,
And you, as radiant as the sun...

"Nose" (idk)
I tried to understand...