you can explain the vagaries
that crush me,
each one blushing slowly
as the other calls me lowly in
subtler terms.
it's a slow burn,
but it's bright like night,
dark like a sunset
and the palm of my hand,
or so says the fortune-teller who told me your fortune.
i guess i'm fortunate to know a siamese twin
whose heart is conjoined with the trees
and the wind.
though, i'll admit,
i sometimes wish
i could make it a triplet.
(or hack it apart, so i could see the interior
of your heart).
3 comments:
i had to look up vagaries. go to hell noah.
p.s. my favorite part of this was the last 2 lines. is that morbid? oh wait that's just me being a creeper. WHAT ELSE IS NEW.
noah got the word 'vagaries' from me, and i will NOT go to hell. hell does not exist.
noah, this one is my favorite.
"vagaries" does not mean what i thought it would when i looked it up.
i am a huge fan of this.
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