something unreal
something so sweet
counting in time
that sticks to the walls
that sticks to my feet
that seems to
never
never
exi s t
something so sweet
Friday
what
if we woke up with yesterday's memories
only for our eyes to see, backwards.
think, think under that mossy, thick oak tree.
think, think, think.
if yesterday went the way it went, nothing to change,
just the speed of it, just as if everything went: backwards.
if we woke up to the sun setting under
our light brown eyes and
the clouds rolling back.
if we woke up with the memories of yesterday, playing back
maybe, just maybe, this would all make sense.
just to think of yesterday.
Monday
today i wrote a note for the magnolia tree out front
and it went something like this:
beautiful magnolia, the way your branches dance
in the afternoon's bliss, s u n light tangled within,
how your pale bark glistens in morning d e w and shines
once the moonlight awakens. the way you rest your thin
branches to create lovely shadows on the l a w n ,
(which i watch dance in the evening's sunset song)
with moss between your roots and the scent of S p r i n g,
I am grateful for you, a lovely nature KING.
Sunday
we met with lemon eyes
and a good taste for men
she let me in, with a crooked grin.
whereas she eats, the birds sing
lullabies that send her off to sleep.
i can remember the first time she
called, i had just made tea
and rubbed honey all over my
front door.
from a warm hue- something
between golden yellow and
a lack of sleep, her beauty ate
the atmosphere of the room
and proved to us that time
could melt, with the right kind
of Jaded silk.
if you let your tears water
years of no
growth, Wednesdays turn
to silk and my mind's ready
to be milked. giving up
on yourself, where your beauty
meets the eye. beyond many
scraped knees and visions
of the milky sky, there is
nowhere to begin. i can
feel it more so in my skin.
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