Pale blue eyes, you’re here
Painting poems in my head, weaving secrets in my soul.
I write to you, with my chocolate pen,
on tip toes, like a blind man on the edge of a precipice.
My makeup melts in front of you,
I’m just a clown with no more jokes to share
And yet you laugh,
Until she comes, and smiles at you
White dress, earrings, beauty, flair.
Lips turn blue, you’re gone.
Nothing but your perfume to fill the space you left
I circle your house, a wilted sunflower
Begging with no hands, singing silently.
The Moon starts barking.
Tap water got us drunk.
But we won’t tell them how it happened.