untitled. starting to rain, there is only a single tree.

untitled. starting to rain, there is only a single tree.

mikl paul

 

she and  time  and some sense

   of  is it       here   and    now    

 that I set myself free      and i

    want   to wreck against you   beneath

heaven         and if you will listen

   I will love you         and      heaven.

        quiet quiet the precious words

 and paper bending   in her hands and

    when you press your chest to the

wall  I want to write about feasts and famines

   and pulling you to me in the light of

morning can be both       and heaven.

    how deep did the seas find you

 and did you stay .            and the leaves

   gather     you suck my hair dry  and

 teach me how to swim        inside   ohgod

    how precise is perfection,    in a tear of

sweat mistaken for rain   mistaken for

   the  right   way     and.