words waiting

 i don't want to give u the world, just 
me. it s enough, cuz, u see, i am a 
world reflected in urs, is beautiful

here's a flashlight, for
when the road gets dark (and
a walking stick for the hike up
or back down; its not easy
to not trip when ur tipsy on-
and i kno how u like whiskey, so
here is a silver flask)

if ur hand is cold, i ll knit u some mittens
and one for ur nose too, i kno how it gets 
lonely and tired following the scent of ur
dream s trail,

the sun rising hurts because it remembers u
the moon moving hurts because it loves far u
the ocean waves because it s waiting for u
the wind blows to u because it s my breath
u hurt n laugh because u r alive

and u can be up or down, i m a roller ride too,
u can left or right, south or north cuz i ve been
spinning too, u can deflate n burst cuz i won t st-
op breathing either, hey that birthmark on ur skin
is lovely, a training wheel

love, if tomorrow i m not next to u, dont worry it
s only my body missing but, u see, i am a
world reflected in u looking back at me

         - to me from the boy with the African eyes, 1999