Sunday, June 19, 2011

six nineteen, princess to luke as they walk the sky

you are the book i want to read
you are the dough i want to knead
you are the bread i want to bake
you are the love i want to make
you are the song i want to sing
you are the bell i want to ring
you are the word i want to spell
you are the thirst i want to quell
you are the noun i want to verb
you are the "green" i want to "herb"
you are the bud i want to smoke
you are the sadness i will cloak
with my heart's fire that you stoke
like my desire, as i choke
away my tears.
why aren't you here?