en-joy; in vitro, viva la heart.

i want to enjoy us,
we are still young,
hidden in the heart,
young yearning of expression,
young joy,
young wounds that are already healing.

i want to know you
as you are
in your birth,
before you grow

to smart for my words.

i want to nurture you
with a breast
and a plate of honey,
lemongrass, perhaps poppy seeds.

i want to remember growing
u
p- words, expanding,
how little i knew,
how fast the future flew

innocent fragrance into playing,

castles in the rain.

i want to backwards my wisdom,
and come home with idiocy.

i want to play with your sun fire,
and cast fiery orange rainbows into your homage.

i want to dance the bad wind away,
and inside fire, dress you up with water.

but,
you are brilliant with your passive lights
shining distant mirrors to the cold sirens/

you live your heart freely in expression,
i wish my tea uttered the same silence/

sputtered by the wings,
your lips are admired,
slivers of golden mane,
how those delicate bandaged cuts
remind me of how
your love
casts me ~
free