on the longest day i ever knew
with the swelling of desire
and i hung on words
with hands i knew as mine.
hold the cleanest of hearts
and she makes mine beat faster.
she made a man with words for wings.
all i can do is string them together.
wear them as jewels and ponder
the meaning of it all.
(and the reason why we need one.)
holding that picture
i love of you as a child
with your eyes of silent poetry
i fail to conjure the words...