Dependency

I will be a layer of dust
when you are that thing
that sounds the alarm
I will return to you
like light evening
a shadow in 

a way that can

be beheld

fill it with tears
with the reality 
of language
from the speaker

who is now speaking

and the lady

who is now

wiping the floor

with his words.

My Defects My Virtues

The singular love
leaves from my torso
like free air
who is the director
who lives the fantasy
who turns the mill
that grounds us all into flowers
I am sad it is true
but my feet do not end
in sacrifice unless
you want me
to respond to
your name.

Love,

the marvel
of your eyes leaves me without
a memory 

Of a mind
that breezes 

that comes off of waves

That is the way
The green eyes know you