simple, true

give me a reason to dress-up, and i'll go strappy
put a wall in front of me and i'll scale it
look, pull over a bend in the river and let's float it
wake me up from a dream and i'll put it all out there
smile at me so i can smile back
throw on a soundtrack that papers the wall
drop me off; i'll find my way home

tell me a story, but don't go too fast –
i like this too much to rush.

diction: airy. let's work on that.

who has words to draw
when a thought could become real -
pretty, scary, raw

a novel plan might
manifest at our say, or
float, shapeless, away

***

while there are not rules
it is crucial that we mind:
words can rule the day.

notes in margins

your storyteller
and mine aren't the same, yet we
manage cross-plotting

it may be best if
we're our own main characters,
same rising action.

like her, mysterious?

know how you'll know, boy?
it's only the feeling of
knowing you like her.

***

there's something about
the mysterious eyes of
friends you thought you knew


***

nothing's as you think...i think