Wan smile
with a hint of a question
tugging at the corners,
like making a bed
to eventually lie in

How does one answer a multi-page letter
when something much better
is unfolding before them?

It crinkles and creases,
then restores a soul
previously shorn to pieces

It did all turn around

I sink my roots into stable ground,
extend my wax wings as far as they can fly,
turn a wary eye to the massive sky
and harmonize the sound of your heart and mine
syncopating time

My friend! My foe? My someone—
Is feeling this all allowed?
As for our fate, I don’t know why or how,
but there—we’ve gone and done it now

pebbles are hitting my windows
they crackle then drip down
Are you up late again? I am,
but it’s because of that we were able to cross paths

I hear you like clouds without rain
the color green
playing in the landscape of our mutual imaginations
What have you ‘seen’?
I mean, what do you think
of these awkward machinations?
Bashful patience turns to brazen flirtation
and rain to libations
subject to subjective curation

Engrossed in the mysteries you’ve hidden,
I flip flippant through pages—
love-bitten, type-written
I sit in constant search of your truth displayed naked,
I witness a new birth of a new self
—Will they make it?

I thought I’d put up a good fight,
asking for
a hint, a sign,
a hint, a sign,

but more importantly—you have been picking up on mine,
right?
The clouds tap on my windows to
come outside, come outside and play.
Do you swear you’ll remember,
you promise you know?

that we are
two people,
one universe?