i’ll tell the mountains,
the stars,
and the sea,
what you mean to me
laying myself down on
green grass still wet with
morning dew,
i’ll pick flowers and
think of you
and while these hands
of mine are not steady
enough for daisy chains,
i’d like to think that you’d
let me tuck one behind
your ear anyway
and wouldn’t that be something?
because i have loved you so,
with everything i have
and everything i lacked
i wonder if you feel that love,
projected out from this
foolish and hopeful heart of mine,
curling down the miles
that separate me from you
i’d draw you closer if i could,
try to convince myself that
i don’t have to apologize for the
viciousness of my love,
how deeply entrenched i seem to be
even so, i know that the mountains,
the stars,
and the sea
will hold me down
and back from that steep
cliffside of my desire
where i toe the line
of taking the plunge
and laying back on the grass
for just a little longer