never have i ever
written a poem about our
made up love
but i can say
that i've refused you
on insufficient grounds
only to regret it
or when you don't let sleeping
love lie
only to thank the ceiling
that i finally went
i'll tell you about when
you didn't know then
and you haven't remembered since
our hands woke us
blind past midnight
and led the way
easily for two as lost as we
there have been so many
ways to say yes:
no, okay
fine, what, i said okay
wait, hey i said, never mind
i'll teach them to you
so i don't have to make lines
about our made up love
for everyone to see just so
you'll see
it's never been bad since we
learned it under those empty
canvas frames suspended over
our tide thin sheets
our tide thin knowledge
folded and drug under
great waves
jul 8, 2011
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