i cry more than i smile
 abandoned to heart
a balsa wood ship

crepuscular
  the rings of a tree
i am sawn through the middle
 i am another line
 you cant connect with these words
 that don't gather and dance
  me under starlight,
 faulted. don't picture me merry
 or upon the knee of your good looks
 gaping
 so far beyond, a vision
 with you
  beneath golden leaves
 and me
 leaning into