i feel you
like thoughts on edges
of tables i grip
with turning hands
for you and i
this is all i ask
a bow and an arrow
cupid found frowning
for your depth i walk
between streets at night
i sing you a song
oasis and nature
scribbles on hotel paper
from mountains of switzerland
where i drink you in tune
to stars at night
‘twas the perseids on august ninth
the wine i felt in twenty degrees
before lakes of reflections of lights in the sky
and i twirl around to make water move
the rapids seem to pull
from edges i whirl
unusual we go
for you i fall
tired movements on gravel
slipping on rounds
as i bask in the castle of my own
you wake before you fall
you fall before you wake
the song i sung in the mountains
was for you to take
for i to feel
for the emotion to leave
and i to take what was given
and give it to stars at night
to transcend to another
to feel what it’s like
to feel something
at all
the perseids