looked like that, that I kept your blues eyes close
and I stared over at them all the time, to the open page
so that when I was really alone
I looked over at you
the stack of scrawl
and your eyes, those little elfin eyes, peeking
~
how you can be like that?
but then maybe opening me
maybe that has been a difficult thing
I don’t think so
I don’t think I was ever lonelier for anyone in my whole life
Isn’t that funny?
my grandfather had these when I was a child
& I spent hours in them
hour after hour after hour
but nobody ever in my whole life
not ever
mentioned Wynken, Blynken and Nod
they were in these books
and we were both that little
I am so in love with you I don’t even know how it happened, except
it might have been Christmas
and I thought you might like the lights
even before I ever heard you
there was the quiver of a thousand lights
flickering in the darkness
that’s how long we’ve been talking it seems
there is something that you do that makes me want to curl up
beside you, or it’s into you
while a million different strands of us unwind
the long looping strands of yarn, or yarns
it’s not like any other longing
it’s like someplace I could go inside
~
