the way you.
i watch the way you carry craters
in your possession as if it is legal
with so much discretion.
you go to the moon as if you have
free tickets to float and fly in the
stratosphere, no looking back.
and your speech carries a daze that
helps me find my way out of mazes i
create in a language i don't understand.
it's amazing. the way. you do. your thing.
and if i could, i'd carve into you an image of
my description, i would - so you won't forget this.
