pastura

(i'm taking a leave of absence from SG, so don't be offended if i'm not my chatty self. feel free to say hi anyway. be happy, do sweet things.)


All the small things,
all the thousand things I wanted to say
evade me now.

The two words
I cannot voice - I cannot comprehend.
I am thick with the love of you.

I am belly-rich with it,
but it is too much,
and this little frame

cannot support an opus like ours.
We overflow in our happy ways,
but we do not have enough

to make it--
this heir of our late hours,
this unnamed creation

must be unmade.