Braided legs and guarded hearts

crossed t’s and dotted i’s

and the night looks so new

my dear, you. 

And the sun will shine

as it always does and waves make clear, for you.

we put our secrets in the sea

in a land where no one cares

what is, what was, what’s there?

There’s envy in the wind

and love on a vine

room to give and empty out your heart.

birthing a language thats spoken

not with words

not with motion

but with eyes

eyes of lies

eyes of time

eyes of mine, our.

But you can never catch what cant be caught

and you can never seek the soughter’s heart.

for it knows nothing

it never was.

( Sought is a word, soughter’s is not. I made it my own word)