Seasons

Our story
will be
a beautiful
one.

It will
span our
lifetimes
and seasons
hot and
cold.

I will
offer you
myself,
the real me,
but you
choose instead
the poet.

I will
always send
you love poems
and you


will write
love poems to me
saying
you can't love me
that way.

And people
will see our love-
love better,
for our words.

And we will write
a beautiful romance.

I ask for
a lover
you offer me
a muse.

And when
my words have
all been written

selfishly

I hope you
are there

with me.

High

I set my sights

high

and watched her
singing in a voice
molasses thick
twice as sweet.

Watched as she
coaxed acrylics
and oils into

bold

statements on
canvas stretched
drumskin tight.

I read her words
shared mine with

her

wept sometimes
at the romance
of unrequited love.

I set my sights
on the most beautiful
girl in the world,

I fell short
but the air was
so sweet

up there.