I will build you a castle of words.
Walls of poetry and prose.
Ramparts of pregnant promises.
I will chase the dreams of errant romantics down.
Like glowbats in fields of soy.
Until I am grey with the dust of lesser men's lives.
I will find a new life at the edge of madness.
One foot
and the next
Good thing my favorite place
is in your sigh,
or a willful freefall.
See you at the bottom.
Where I left your smile.
Where I found my way.
