pirouette en français

picture me twirling

because i’ll never let you see

picture me swirling

can you picture me?

 

chiming bells chiming

twinkling little toes

because if no one sees it

nobody really knows

 

picture my lips

right under your nose

picture my kiss

picture my eyes closed

 

 

wish it so

wish it be

wish it you

wish it me

 

dreamy fluttered heart

daisies rainbows butterflies

no words spoken

secret spies

 

just say you know

or wink your eye

hold my hand

or let me fly

 

picture me twirling

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i love you
i do
i do
and yet not a word was said

February

cold nights are colder
when you don’t miss anyone
dry lips are more solitary
when all you do is exhale
winter folds me in
into the gray skied stasis
stillness
frigid and thick
grey billowing clouds
comforting sadness
peek-a-boo sunbeams
carrying lies of lovers and flowers
to come
but February knows
all that comes…
it goes