Spring is like a perhaps hand

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Love is the whole and more than all.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.