the forms of all my lovers : poetry

blue sparrow

may the wind
catch him while
he sleeps
rocking him gently
sweeter and
softer than even
his most
tender whispers

oh i could
love that man
into the future
and beyond cause
he taught me
how there is
so much more
than today
resting
in my world
at my
fingertips

strange thoughts
honestly really
fucked up
deluded
selfish
things
come out of
his mouth

but i don't mind
cause
i know
how much had
to go in before
he could even
speak

flowing through
his broken veins
his tear ducts
crying for help
but he's just
laughing
in my face
like he's crazy
and maybe he is

but he is
wonderful
at it