scribbled secrets (put these flowers in your hair!)

I see my jigsaw love in your misty eye,

twice assembled, twice destroyed.

But we'll climb into the heart of the sky,

and escape all we spoke of just now.

With your name flaring on my door,

you've snuck into my room, my walls.

So I snuggle up next to it on the floor,

since I'm trapped here in the just-now.

No one will hear the magenta streaks of night

that soon follow us like ribbon mercury.

Not until I learn how to stand upright,

and own my life for just now.

With flowers in my hand, I'm left in suspense,

but I have one last secret to unveil:

These aren't secrets in the slightest sense,

they're only wonders I felt just now.