Remics

In passing amorous needs from you
the incandescent beamed within.
Backs ached pain, eyes faked drapes
fingers multi-picked certainly.

Until virtually descending.
In signing off
behind italicized weins,
Before graffiti summoned away.

In seeing you were it.
In missing you through stupidity
and the windy quadrangle.
Beside vines that wouldn’t reach for miles
to keep us thorned.

In happening for a reason
And overcoming too late
but anything for our forever witty lives.
For our forever glides down Central Park
and absorbing drizzling lakes
and taking pinches from tips of cemented stakes.

In giving away and praying for a re-do
and it growing with my amorous needs
and questioning if I let us be then.

In storing something special.
Tightly bonding the two, strong.
Without courts creeping a force to lose.

Probably just someone else
As I felt you were flawed.
It’s all paradoxical.
You don’t have to reply
or forward.
Just tell me I’m a notch below your less than three.
I’ll file on
as you will be
more mandatory
then he will ever be.