WORDS

 

of me and thou
in dim of light.

if you had more than half a brain
you wouldn't think to ask.
But as you brought the matter up,
I'll take the weighty task.

His breath is neither here nor there
his mind, he cannot speak.
And in my heart, I hold a part
of what in him is weak.

(She sold me on his curly hair
And bought me with a frown.
I was prepared to take a risk
she was prepared for more.)

 

 It was a mandatory friendship,

Distinct in many ways.
And it was wise
to come and live
upon the earth without a sword.

And it was smart to hold a pencil in the air
and shout your name,
and it was double-wise
to be ashamed.
Do you remember those days?