pants like a dress

i like coffee. hold the sugar, half and half will do.
take off the facade, i'm looking for you.
at you.
story. true.
i love holding hands.
turned leaves. hopes and dreams.
i like to just stand.
for anything. for everything.
i like when your eyes beam.

i like words.
rearranging them, paint a new world.
i'm that one girl.
i wear pants like a dress and twirl.
i'm in a band.
swahili blonde.
i'm a little sister.
last of 5 strong.
born with one ear.
save the tear.
i be tard.
i be feathered.
i be shards.
after a long winter.
you be my endless summer.
you be what gets me up in the mornin'.
that perfect cup o' joe.
mending me when i'm broken.
there you are, every time the wind blows.

i be rhyme.
you be light.
you be time.
i be mirror.
reflecting your shine.
there we are.
in every sign.

yep.
that one.
can't deny.
we be the sun.

do you a proper

currently i am tucked into my onesie pj's, let the dog out to chase the moon.
bundled under a duvet, i just got in from poeming where magic loomed.
its a fortunate occurrence to stumble upon spaces where we can reveal the stuff under our skin
recognize ourselves in another human being over and over again
--but i know you already know a thing or two about that
you crazy guitar-singing maniac


who are you?



... and like so many days and nights before
faithing and dancing through life's prolific doors
he was shredding his six string, she was counting her blessings
but who knew this particular door
on that specific mezzanine floor
would place them right smack in each other's world
where this canadian kid met this american girl
who knew it would be a tuesday
when she would come to the ballet