And I'll Go - III

And then I'd pop two balloons outside of your ears so that you
could hear the sound I think every sentence should make. POP goes
your windows. Yesterday, you left me reckless with the words: "Make
me in the kitchen and place your breathing on our bend." Had me
begging for breath. All the way back to the time you called me your
"Cleopatra”. The way you held my face and whispered "How... How are
you possible?" The time of our love story. The time I had to leave.
And then time left me to sink but I replied with a moment in mind.
Then remember happened. And I choked on it. Saw myself in my
deathbed knowing that I spent my life well—keeping my promise of
responding to beauty. "Backwards you were spinning I placed flowers
near your head," I replied. Why yes! Nothing but lilacs for my
Laurels! Nothing but loraxes for my Laurel. O, and when the pen
arrives I'll be sure to swallow it. I don't think I learned from my
right year old mistake. Expect a rose-colored film graft-----