The core of the matter, the titter tattered edges,
the asymmetric window ledges,
the frayed hedges in the moonshine breeze.
Perhaps my soul will freeze in your glimpse of foreverness.
Your body’s distress signals me to dress you down,
and paint into the cracks of your frown,
to make you renewed and glued
to the seat of your smile.
But all the while my tiled up attic
with my piles of static
is making me erratic
with want for more of this sweetness,
this neatness of bonds tied
and released and ceased to exist
in a neverness blessed in eternal disguise,
your self portraying my biggest surprise,
at the nature of my being,
at being with someone like you are.
From afar, you are too far away,
but still I sway with you,
like the tide rides with the moon,
I swoon with ease,
as if caught in an afternoon breeze,
so please lets tease our moment’s fragile romance
and linger on in time,
like a mime in an unmaterial cocoon,
because I left you too soon
and now I am lost in space and air,
hoping for you to care enough
to tear me free and call my bluff,
and for you to see that I’m not so tough,
just me, just Dora,
and for better or for poorer
till death do us part,
understand that you have my heart.