One Side Whispers.

Syntax (after Every Day You Play)

I want to write you down

before I forget what it's like to

look into your eyes

and see what I've died for,

begged for

in my mortality.

I want it wrap you in warm words

and whisper metaphors

and hear you simile back.

Your eyes are the sky, my love,

and your lips like the moon.

I want to do with you

what spring does with the cherry trees-

I want everything about you,

all the soft poems about your existence,

any word from your mouth-

I want

that.

And I think I would rather

not have anything at all

than have everything except you.