i won’t write of what i don’t know
so don’t rely on me and my slippery tongue
to give you anything but stories, love
just trust me – all my secrets hurt like snow

i’ll remember your name in days to come
see your eyes like miner’s coal
trace sandpaper just to recall your voice
and spin such yarns of things i’ve never known
irreverant tales of your come-and-go
(oh we both know how theseĀ things always go)

so go on, tell them everything
how you met a girl with eyes like maps
all blues & greens and water specked
who spoke of winds and shifting plates
& stole your heart for mere words’ sake

(oh the things we’ll do for poetry
or wait-
perhaps that’s just me.)