matt r

matt r 1h

loving Her is like a peach,so juicy
in its sweetness,reach     up the clouds
                                 ,pluck off
Your sweet,     candy Love is Your reason
     to be.
Her beauty lies    in trees,seas,  bees
                       abuzz
the flowers knees,  the ecstasy of Love
is all:         a stream, a lake, a waterfall.

if Love is weather, plantlife,     & water
is limerence then her sickly daughter?

peaches **** wasps to them,wasps reach
                                          clouds,&
reap mayhem. trees are sappy, seaful salt
   could turns bees honey to liquor&malt.
I am thinking of Her, time is ticking,
          flame of love eats candles wicking
so look
upon Her face,& see      Love        is gone.

this is the last one. i can't do this.

matt r 2h

in Love, & advancing

locking gaze (Yours,
    fleeting rabbit)
,must have kindled
something merriweather

growingred,like a
puddle who was spilled
            kittenish,
i saw You where I was;

in Love, &   advancing.

matt r 3h

lived one & i have lived

lived one & i have lived
them all. breaking the

morning like coffee;bitter
-ness flows throughout.

if i reach up with a tea
spoon, stir the clouds

to a milkshake, note the
cloudform pareidolia down;

well, the weatherpeople
must be artists too.

matt r 1d

jim-jam

You are why I am here so early;

hoped to see,&just see,

not say a word.

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& You are not.

at home with Him,eyeing

Love's great big omelette eyes.

matt r 2d

I know (I see) You clearly. I know

I know,   (I see)   You clearly. I know

(You see)    it so. I know    (You feel Me)

,clearly You know    (I know You)   ,no.

matt r 2d

intercity riding

intercity, riding the
stillworn lovelines

(the long blue string)

our hearts are just
buildings to live in

matt r 3d

a letter to j

dear You,

You said you weren't gonna read these anymore, so let this float about in the void. for a little while, at least.

We spoke today for the first time in a while. it's been a few weeks really but it feels like years have passed faster. it's like since I've known You, time has been a wheel with You at the centre, & now I do not have You, she has toppled.

We spoke today for the first time in a while, and I think You saw why. We can not be friends, my dear. each time I see You in Love's long corridor My heart skips, My stomach turns. I have spent weeks crying tears over You, not sleeping over You, finding it hard to breathe over You. it is not Your fault, & I do not even dislike You. the opposite. I want nothing more then to talk to You, but I cannot do it anymore.

this week was the first time I felt in control of myself, but We spoke today, and now that is gone. You have to let Me get over You. I cannot keep not sleeping over You. You must pick up Love's wheel and push it on, my Love.

I know you miss Me. I miss You too, and I think We would have made something magnificent.

write soon

write soon