Free thinker
Soul winker
Reality tinker

I love
that you
will willing
sweat
Just to see
me in
something
less

Now
Square one
Only ever you
The beginning and end
Source

Bury
me deep
Water me well
Watch me break through
Growth

Glass heart of nine lives
Voice bombs fall shattering eight
One red heartbeat left

If words were hands
I would tattoo your every syllable
On my skin in Braille
Until every inch is covered
And touched only by you

If I had a photographic memory
I would join the likes of Zoltar and Zaltana

For a quarter
I would dispense a memory
As a Polaroid poem
Developed in my saliva
Then passed through my lips
To foretell your future
And reveal your secrets