For Lynne
Cover me...I have needed you to
orient me to the northeast, I have fallen,
lost as hours have pared me, there are
endings tied in pretty pink bows, some in
mauve, some have messages that
another chance is available and expected;
notes dating back too many years to
be valedated; lost opportunities and my
actions failed to be on time. I have
run to you so many times, but no sign, not a
kink of your hair, nothing to show me, just a
slow pitch of your voice through static.
Remember that last day? It was timed so I would
undoubtedly see you, showing me I couldn't
make heads or hearts nor confide in you,
I couldn't be yours, you couldn't be mine then.
Take me away, cover me, weigh your sun
happy face and watch your grip consume me.
Everyone wants you and that is your destiny;
Blowing to a cold wind, your perfumed laughter
opening doors rusted shut, you have no problem
offering things no one else can...that is your forte,
keeping things neat is your downfall that only I see.
Over the din of folks cheering you, there is a
faint cry as you laugh and show your teeth and
lotioned face, I see two eyes poking holes in
overt circles, yet not a soul can see all the
veils worn for so many others, except me, I
even know your age; and I am the one that loves you.
OM
Cover me...I have needed you to
orient me to the northeast, I have fallen,
lost as hours have pared me, there are
endings tied in pretty pink bows, some in
mauve, some have messages that
another chance is available and expected;
notes dating back too many years to
be valedated; lost opportunities and my
actions failed to be on time. I have
run to you so many times, but no sign, not a
kink of your hair, nothing to show me, just a
slow pitch of your voice through static.
Remember that last day? It was timed so I would
undoubtedly see you, showing me I couldn't
make heads or hearts nor confide in you,
I couldn't be yours, you couldn't be mine then.
Take me away, cover me, weigh your sun
happy face and watch your grip consume me.
Everyone wants you and that is your destiny;
Blowing to a cold wind, your perfumed laughter
opening doors rusted shut, you have no problem
offering things no one else can...that is your forte,
keeping things neat is your downfall that only I see.
Over the din of folks cheering you, there is a
faint cry as you laugh and show your teeth and
lotioned face, I see two eyes poking holes in
overt circles, yet not a soul can see all the
veils worn for so many others, except me, I
even know your age; and I am the one that loves you.
OM




