I know you'll be happy,
Singing and swaying with elegance and gracefulness and perfect bliss
Bliss of the quietness and stillness and silence
No breathing
Can't see
For your perplex brown eyes are too wonderful and magical and perfect
I regret never hugging you
Touching you
Smiling with you
I regret not talking
Not spraying my speckled spit in your face
Cutting your hair and shaving the skin off of that face and shaping you into the man you are
Peeling back the blood
We'll be who we want to be
Except you'll be more flexible
And I can't wait to join you in the back bends of the stillness and somersaults of the perverted lands
Where I am hovering, bonded by yarn in the flaps of my arms, suspended in the air
While you are smiling
I just want you to smile
Darling.
