I prefer to be the stranger
It’s easier to explain away my eccentricities as rudeness, stranger
to fact all the fictions and gossips as possible
yes, I am sick
Yes, I am impossible
In the macro view
In the microverse
Where everything is me
And everything is you
I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love
A coal in the center of my being
Maddens me
Into speaking
A fiery hound loping ’round and around
my maelstromed heart
Yet
within my whirl
Your eye so calm
For H.M.
I whisper gold frames around
a peach sunrise
-But superimposed
your shaded smile-
in chocolate and mint-
I can’t resist-
I eat my words
Concentrating on your lips
For H.M.
AbyKittiwake 