A tulip is just a tulip
in her palm or mine.

It didn't make sense to a sky
that only cried in April.

Same moon,
different set if eyes.

Just promise me,
you're one of us.

Every October I, like the moon, cry craters.

Feed me to the arms if the sea.
The moon spoke as loud as your eyes
On a day like today
When even minutes are just minutes.
They spin like a circle
But the loops in my mind
Take me back to you
More often then not.
And the devil turned fish to stone
In a lake of ice
Beside a tear
On the cheek
Of someone who broke your heart
In sixth grade.
All directions point to you
Except the sign on the corner of my street.
Since the night you breathed into my lungs,
I can't seem to shake
The sound of your heart in my ear.
Did you forget, my love,
How special you are?
And I just want to know how you're doing
And I just want you to remember my name.

Maybe tonight I'll forget
how to give you up
beneath the moon,
which is also you.

Did the sea ever chill your hands
like your spine,
watching me
behind a naked tree on a dead end street.

Is it a lie to surrender half the burden?
Hypnotized and paralyzed by a sky
afraid to cry
and rain.
Please, just fall from your knees
I swear
I can keep up the pain
and pretend to pull you closer.

The middle of the ocean could be three feet deep
and no one would know.
I could love you,
but I'll never part my lips.

Do you know why I never asked twice?
Maybe it was the little bit of sweat that forms by your temples
or the way you say goodnight
when it was already well into the morning.

Can you feel that when the lights are on?

The day is gone,
along with my mind.
The tears on your cheeks remain,
but the streetlight made your lips more inviting
then my heart could dare handle.
I gave in to your shoulder blades,
surrendered my veins to your spine.
The children still play in the trees,
but refuse to come down on Sundays.
I am sorry I broke your eyes,
just close them through February.
Even the stars fall off their pedestals.

The blood on your wrist
should be coating veins.
The salt on your cheeks
should dry by morning.
I should feel your heart,
not just your finger tips.
You said it was only fair
to save it for me,
the only girl you ever loved.
I gave it to him instead,
in the backseat on a sidesteeet,
only to be carried farther from the only arms to ever hold me
like they ment it.
I'm sorry I couldn't feel your hands on my eye lids,
begging me to see the love I had
before I found it in the palm of someone else's hands.
My lips are like sunflowers,
but even more fragile.
Every may I am plucked from the garden
and held tightly
for a moment in a field,
until morning dew swallows me whole.
As for love,
my father never taught me how,
and the words he placed at the tip of my tongue never fit in the space between your fingertips.
Keep them for someone else's lips.
Someone who isn't made if sunflowers
that will wilt in your hands.

From the corner of the eye of the sea
Orchids spread like plasma
Further into the ground of soil.
Each compliment drew her limbs closer
To the dirt crusted creature.
The bird brought tales of streif
From the east wing of the sun.
She slipped like liquid into these words
And fell heavy toward the belly of belief.  
Sitting upon a rock by the sky,
She stroked his broken neck
From nightfall
Straight into autumn.
She sealed her eyes tight
And gave the bird each ounce of love
Her fingertips could muster.
With each day her skin grew harder
And tiny bones formed beneath fragile flesh.
Weeks turned tragic songs to lullabies.
On the sidewalk of the desert
High in clouds of steam,
Her eye lids fluttered and parted.
She looked upon the furrowed bird in disbelief.
The saddened sight had been replaced
By a lovely little boy.
Her mind, as heavy as her hands.
Tears welled within her eyes
But not one fell
Because her cheekbones had sprouted feathers
And years of stroking and sympathy
Made her weak.
She had become the lowly bird,
And as she glimpsed into his eyes, now blue
He chuckled cruelly at her fragility.
Sympathy burned as rage beneath her ribs.
Lightning struck the sky and she learned
Never to trust a bird
Again.