Oak

Oak

wearing you

oh so well

sharing auras

in heaven or hell

before this shore

you score 

fine fruit

but my

title pursuit: 

your sweetest, lil angel dude.



feel it real

number one, hon

she sees stars

from the past

yet I always knew

all that love you do

could still ring true;

every time rose eyes

bleam blue, orange, pink and green

everything you seem

could be my fantasy

our real deal, my moonbeam.



want you to

play all your songs

in one show

with me,

dripping paint stains

in the sky we breathe,

with some poetry

acting like

our backyard

won a Grammy.


i learn daily

them teachers

told us we’d

sport a win

with halo twins

& discover that boo

as the fin

my hair

swims in.


i think you’re like ink

my pens pour & the tint this flesh’s for

you are every ring within 

my bone home

proving this day and age

rippling as

many marks on her heart

spelling start with art

& our part, these times

we're casting shines

between all lines

so behind closed doors

Truth is: i’m all yours.


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