sejo

she doesnt know the things my mind has developed for her...
she couldnt know what i am planning if she would only say one little word...
she takes flight from sidewalks and whispers in the air that nothing would take the smell of her hair off the wind...
she is...
she is what i would be if i was a better person...
she could sky dive off a park bench, and make ants march to the beat of her eye lashes...
she can make sundays melt if she smiled the right way, and turn cherries green because they blush in only that color...
she would have no idea if she and i were who we were,
what our nights would be like...
they would toss, and rock, and sing, and...
well harmony would be and adolescent child compared to the synchronization of our various moves...
she would be...
she would be...
if only she would be.