I fell forward and laughed
So sickly devoted to her
Her lines played language on a
Quieting place, on a lullaby face
Yellow cloth aroused elegant shape
To folded arms – I want to be mind in you
counting the thoughts inside
Coloring you dreams –
so comfortable laughing
With your rhythmic laughs and sway
Just too much for me, too much for today
The tilted head imagines the word,
World and an entity lost in grains of sand
Look how this tiny moment we have together
Just look this moment alive and free
How peaceful lovely you are
Taking in breath with your time –
The very element of you.
So in the moment with the moment you are in
But in this same room I jot my mind struck still
Sold on the same mood
Grooved to the weary waxy moon
The weary waxy earth consumed
With eleven years hoping for quiet time with you
Lost in a rapturous moment forever
Lasting every day in a second
Languid, lonely second
That deceives the young obsessed yesterday.
