yours

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she's like a bird to me,
takes flight and spreads her wings like
the whole fucking world can see
but I'm a snake, ready to strike.
"remember when the thunder hit our heads
and the moon divulged the naked of your legs?"
you'd laugh and say "be a boy, not a poet,"
but it's really not my business.

you would never sleep alone, not if you were my bird.

I think of you like a romance novel
or the end of a movie where everyone sings along.
I love that scene to death;
where he figures it all out but you've already gone.

no, stop! I want no part in this
but alas, her sex grew passionate
and she said she'd shed her skin
if I just drank enough to pass myself off as cute, or at least dependent
but the wine went to my head
and not my ever longing heart.

I saw the sun ascend
and every flower that I met
I named "most beautiful,"
I named every flower after you.
you see, I think you're beautiful.
are my hands familiar?
have I reached you yet?