Ode
I'm a lunatic, lover, and poet.
Please don't diminish the worth of the moon
when you call me your muse.

Think of me and you
like a bow and arrow.
Can we start making a tune
that we'll never use?
Down the tilted street,
cigarette burned sheets,
we'll never get to the party on time.
Just a skinny thing
wrapped around your finger.
I hope this glow in my chest never subsides.

Where have you been all of my life?
Our hearts dance in time.
After all our minuets
I won't regret.