there is nothing to hold
there is nothing to see
there is nothing to wish for
there is nothing to be
there is never a moment
there will never be

the only reason for this wish
is so that I see
the person I am
and the one I need to be


A grateful
dollop of merangue
Put me on your tongue and feel me dissolve

I want to stain the clouds with love
And trace outlines in the tall grass

to
narrow all angles and
hover over dark maple groves
to
Lie tinglingly zipped
into composure and
pulled into my denser self