i long
dark corners at night
whims in a bind
the moon
i dance
how grass was viridescent
life was shades of pink
purples and divine
his eyes turn
with the glossy moon
to pictures of you
waves in a cry
the rapids
they pulled
twist, turned
with pages i never knew
from matter
contents
to references
we never made
his eyes to this day
were never quite laid
lowered eyes