I never knew that it was so hard to lose
A precious little thing, a smallish big one.
In the lines of your hand I read nothing at all
Because I knew it’d never change your mind.
Crowds – soulful surprise – reach down on Fifth
To cry for moons and clouds practically white.
I never knew it was so easy to love
By creeping down your street or peeking down from your roof.
Answering your touch by caressing your books –
Now you’re on print. Speaking to you through vinyls
That we like. For me – for me – formidable.
I never knew that it was so hard to lose
Momentum and fear if the girls would hold you –
And their eyebrows would do some slicky tricks,
With their fingers daring to lock yours like Penrose stairs –
Me too! Me too! Me too!
Or I could kill to burn these stairs or
Make dead the gentle pressure she applies with
Her fingers into your palm. Let me say just
Let me hear: I do – I do – I do
Never a thing ruined me like my gambit to get to you.