pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines
I like you now and love you all of the time
silvering skies, blossoming eyes
the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize
i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh
the treetops wave down at the seas with delight
feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks
my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.
What glittering light-beams shower my skin;
What hopeful rays descend again.
For once, at last, the shimmer stays;
Its floating fingers glimmer and play.
They curl my hair into ribbons and rain
I reach up, smiling, showered in grace,
And let the warmth of joy remain.
Happy Nothing, my love!
Happy Day of Extra.
I hope your No-Holiday
is kind to you.
I just wanted to say
In a special way as we celebrate
(Normally I’d have a gift for you, because you deserve it, but seeing as it’s always Nothing-Special season here
It wouldn’t do to shower you with gifts. Others would wonder
Just what’s going on. I don’t think they see how splendid No-Special-Celebration-Day
[also known as every day]
is with you
Because you’re always with me, so how could they?)
Good morning. I love you
My thoughts of you are like no others
Nor are those of others as numerous.
My heart for you is steady and virtuous
It desires love made of honor and trust.
My eyes for you are soft and curled
The eyelids wrinkled with endless days
Of smiling at you when you’re turned away.
My feet for you are quick with glee
Worn with the pavement but youthful and free.
My fingers for you are grasping and open
Searching for yours to be interlocked and woven.
My dreams for you are tired and pale
Compared to the shimmer of colors I see
when you’re actually, really, entirely