because you are graceful, you have none.
Such a delicate petal in the breeze—
I can't yet pretend to know you,
only through your face,
which is telling in its arrangement without flaw.
Cokeheads hold flowers for you,
and all of the asylum flocks to you,
sometimes I get a little sad
but crazy is for you to decide.
I think you're lovely.
But no— lovely suggests a rose—
a poised, fragrant thing
that need be watered.
But forget water, we're free.
You move greater than water,
like the sweetest wine.
You move and breathe so unlike a rose
feel alone and I know the feeling.
I will shine brightly for you.
Can you stand admiration?
I think myself no exception to any rule
except I can't stop seeing you.
Sunlight sears my hand, wishing it were yours.
4/15/2011
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