when you read my poem

when you read my poem
I play with your hair

I bow my head
into your heart

and I look
for what you feel

‘you tend the flowers

‘you tend the flowers
when there are
no one to water them’
I said to her

 

how her hair can make morning

how her hair can make morning
a sad contentment

 

and none to tell ‘look how the sun is

and none to tell ‘look how the sun is
on my arm’ so silly a thing to tell
to anybody

 

flowers on a meadow no one sees

flowers on a meadow no one sees
are the flowers I give you
and behind your ear I put a flower
no one sees

 

 

morning like a

morning like a
gift card
I could make words

 

this is my skin

‘this is my skin
to protect me
from winter’
I said to her
as she gave me
her eyes
and her
blankets