...I don't want to be the one that hurts you
the fragile bone structure of a feather
bend)ing... flut-tering
in my dry ice exhalation

dip the tip
in a jar full
of liquid
persuasions...
and
draw me a picture
...of the darkest cor n er
in your heart

I'd fight your nightmares in my dreams
if the morning hour
would be brighter for you
-but-
don't ask me
to
love
you
your heart is not for me to break

its a beautiful thing to watch a dove on a wire
...something I would die to touch
to know what it feels like to feel...
...to feel him
But my hands are [cages]




they belong to these words

Miraculous, Misty.

Respect and solidarity, my friend and fellow poet!

Love,

+Stevie