goodmorningyou, hesitant to
greet(how you put up a fight)the
waking world,
tangled in cotton protectors,
strands everywhichway,
blockading those pools i adore,
with vocal chords only
capable
of quiet(content)eruptions;
ii.
to goodafternoonyou, adventurous
and bursting through the
metaphoric(literal)walls,
absorbing the seasonal sun
and passing breeze,
toes wriggling with(in) their
unwelcome confines,
dashing forward
at the speed of something in
be
tween
lightandsound;
iii.
to goodnightyou, connecting
with the
out-there-world before
wrapping me up in everything you
are,
heating my skin with your skin(i've
good circulation),and
mingling my breath with your
breath,
until we come together in
ways only we can(only you,only me),
hesitant to leave each other's
head(how we put up a fight),as
we tangle ourselves in cotton protectors
and each other,
our vocal cho(harmonious)rds only
capable of exhausted(arduous)eruptions;
iv.
to everyyou that i can manage
to find,
and how i adore
eachandeveryone
down to the most miniscule(microscopic)cell
in this tired body
with all of my might.