I wish I knew where you were
perhaps I'd show you how beautiful the flowers can be
or the majesty of the cold you have to bear
I could perhaps spend an hour and devour you in and write you poetry,
playing with the sun and the way it lands softly upon your hair
in just such a way as to make,
not you more beautiful,
but the sun more beautiful.
But my words would be like alcohol
an artificial boost to make your day go by
PS
These words i leave here for you
never explaining myself very well
if i seem distant it is because I am
sometimes
afraid that what i know is true
that within each person lies our beauty
but i write with my heavy hands
and my heart narrow
and i sometimes speak, or act, or do, quite the opposite of you
