I am all mad things with heart,
come all flowered up and
falling into you.
Soft brush of…love? Just settle and
ease, ease, ease until it breaks away.
The trees and silence, wind shift
to pull apart, the buzz that proves
I’m living.

Sooner means before.
Or never.
A girl works hard to dismember boys
and stitch up some kind of man
in the ashes
you left me for a woman.

Sun tangled in your eyes, I brush
aside my meddling tresses,
glad it’s you and soon I begin to wonder
if I’ve set some new doom in motion.

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