You know something?
I’ve never been angry at you.
All these times.
I think that speaks something about you.
You’re as light as they come.
A glitter of the rising sun,
straight onto the cheeks.
A flower aware of its vulnerability.
A river still on its deepest.
A beautiful creature surrendering to the stars-
we’re howl away from kissing the moon,
a yell too far from your wrist,
but they still call writers crazy.