I set you apart from the parachutes who fall a bit faster
or maybe the wind and her fancy breezes were up to dividing this,

blue moon you are everything
porcelaine you,
Must be everything.

You are my elevator
You are my Alaskan oil drill.

you are definitely my piano keys
tones of yourself
depending on the strength of the sun that day,
You have a variety of shades that I love to hide
beneath.
You rescue me from damages

you are my windshield transparent in sharing that
maybe traffic is going to swallow me up. Maybe you will do the same.
I’d better be careful of the curves and the cliff,
i sometimes listen to your chest.

Your buzzing is my favorite melody.

I love you the firefly who won’t burn me too badly,
just warm enough to realize that I should always keep the lights on
no matter where you are in the room, whenever you are.

Watch, Watch.

you are my anthology of feelings because of you
i have tasted all of the exotic emotions of old times
& new.
You are sort of like the Columbus dispatch with only multiplications of
the puzzles. I spend all of my time on the puzzles.

You are a collection of my most cherished books
all of the words carefully scripted inside of your outsides are
elegantly written.
it’s like Nathaniel Hawthorne spent a few months
In and around your lungs, carving away.

you’re my tree who lets me climb whenever I want to be up high.
I put my initials on as many places as I can onto your body.

You are the paper plane I made today drifting away
but coming back, your wings are still coming along and curled
just in a fashion so that you always turn around.
I did that knowing that I make mistakes


I did that stumbling and tripping all over my ankles

I did that falling in love again with you

08/30/2009

Author's Note: if the fan's blades had anything to say

Posted on 08/30/2009
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