Solemn soliloquies
To alter all thoughts
And process
Upon accord of the Rabbit that jumped off the Moon
To chase what looked like a bunny that became
A
White
Buck.

Rampage of the seasons.
Storms cast off and every Beacon
Lit in the the house just for you to come home
And rearrange the cereal boxes
And I used to fold your socks and underwear because you preferred it that way and
Make homemade sushi when there was no sushi restaurants
And you still keep to Tako Poke recipe sacred and I made
The Trout for you.
The Salmon that Swangs Back vs
The Trout that prefers rainbow scales just to hide the succumbing tar
You’ve been venting like an oceanic volcanic quake – this whole time.

I feel privy to acknowledge rarities amongst discord.

We’ve been doing this Forever.
You remember and so do I.
Warm off thoughts that come up like every time I met some Tourist
That reminded me of you, you and You and especially You.

I don’t even have to sight your fingerprints to know it’s you.

One look into your eyes and all my ego dies another death just to see if I fit all the same way in
Your arms. Sleeping away for a stupid wakeup.
You’ve been watching me sleep all night, Vampire.
And suddenly – the notifications on my phone aren’t over 78 for the morning.

Gratitude looks like a few extra minutes in bed and reaching a compromise on how
I’ll dress myself accordingly. Rich Homeless Pizza Delivery Sweats –
I’ve been there.
The style still looks good too.
Even if you wear the Orange Beanie and sacred traveling hoodie, these days.