Us
0604.2010

I think these words read like psalms, too holy and
Too dramatic; you're not a God, nor I a prophet.

But the sum of it is to lay my name by your feet,
Though here's no truth of my love for you.

Let’s try another thing then,
Let me place a book on your nightstand,
Rest a spray of orchids upon your bed

Or

Of us a tree;
Its root red vein and fire
Seeded and scattered,
wide and open:

Dispersed blossoms blooming for each other.

Us like this,


- Marni©