ZoeBee

Some days I think I'm roses
Even occasionally a dandelion
And I ingest the same miracle-gro as the other flowers
Sip the same running-the-mill water too

Our paths were set eons ago
By strange
Sadistic gods
And every time we get reborn
We meet
Against the odds
And every time we meet we end up kissing by the water
Doesn't matter if you're a prince and I'm merely a potter

If you could eat something inedible, like an object or a memory or a feeling, what would it taste like?
 

I love you like my mother loves jazz
Like how my father loves a sweet low silence
How grandmother loves an empty house
How grandfather feels at home in clutter
I love you like my sister loves to bury herself in books

Before, I'd scream that I was swell
Or blue, depressed or ill
But now my answers' sharp and honed
My bucket shalt not spill
And when you shake and slap me
If I'm knocked upside the head
The liquid stays inside the bucket

I have never known
The taste of your lips
The curve of your jawline or swing of your hips
I've fallen in love
With the thinks of your thoughts
The sounds of your listens
The brings of your broughts