convex

your convex
to my concave
I suspect
the puzzle pieces that we make
will shape the swollen words I want to say
baby, stay
your heatwave smile
impedes the piece of autumn sleep
but breathe awhile
the place is deep where you can
change the colors of the leaves
baby, keep
I escape
with every hazed bed note
I will take
the words I wish I knew
& make them wake
as if they were the ones I wrote
baby, come close
the old women smoking behind the radio station
cradling their cigarettes as if they were there unborns
they exhale with gravel eyes & ashed faces
i pass them & feel misplaced
cause I mutter to myself the same way they do
[as if I were talking to you]
but just in case
map out the tune before I rise
the lines are forming on my face,
they bloom inside your mouth
and then work their way up into my eyes
baby, sigh
I will sing a lullaby