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You wish me to speak

    of things not me?

You wish me to look

    at the world through not me,

You think in an exchange

    I should never say me?

You believe that it always 

    comes back to me, 

The I, the mine, and it's

    all

        about                 
                  Me. 

What else would a conversation be?

You say: When it is said,

Flowers bring beauty,

You say: I would say,

As beautiful as me?

You say: When it is said,

The rains fall softly,

You say: I would say,

As soft as my kiss,

You say: When it is said,

The sky is so blue,

You say: I would say

So true, so true, as

Is my love, for you. 

Hard to not fear the thoughts in your head,

To fear that they think of all, but my love,

Gone to the worldly, instead of the us,

The broad expanse devoid, of the you and the me,

That I circle each thought, each talk from your mouth,

To focus on me,

on my eyes

on my skin

on my hair, as it drapes

and falls, through your hand.

For the flowers bring beauty,

The rains fall softly,

and the sky is all colors,

devined by your eyes.

So, to please you:

   I will speak of things, not me. 
   To look at the world that sees, not me. 
   To exchange conversations I have not lived,

   And never, ever say me, I, or mine.

What say me:

Do I please you, love of mine? 

You Take the Color from the Sky 

Will you drop the sun into the sea,

Let it fall from your arms into water?

Yellow light you gather as wheat, and

paint it into corners, the warmth

Crust around the dust, packs

Into the angles of wood.

Will you let the sun be dipped into the ocean,

Out of your arms like cords of wood

Released without care, rolling across docks

Slithering into the pools of aquamarine.

It chilled the going,

it crushed the goodbye

The crushing, chilling, going, goodbye,

Dropped the sun into the sea

Wiped the yellow light from the landscape

Plunged the red heart into dark.

Plunged the red heart

Plunged the red heart into the sea.