you have my word

how many people are you

were you 

do you plan to be 

a thousand 

or seven

will you show them?

let me in perhaps?

i won't tell

i promise

you have my word 

i'll love you until my 

bones disintegrate 

and reduce to soil fertilizer 

after that 

i can't promise you a set of arms 

or a body that will hold yours

for now and until then 

will you let me smell your head 

and kiss your freckles 

will you indulge me that this 

was yellowed destiny 

i know you think it's pretty 

and all too much 

i'm sorry if i'm a memory now 

i was here 

and i tried 

and i'll always live in these etchings 

so please visit sometimes