you shall love your crooked neighbor

i think of you 
and the continents brilliant and arid 
and the slender heart you are sharing my share of with the american air 
as the lungs i have felt sonorously subside slowly greet each morning 
and your brown lashes flutter revealing two perfect dawns colored by new york 

see a vast bridge stretching to the humbled outskirts with only you 
standing on the edge of the purple like an only tree 
and in toledo the olive groves’ soft blue look at the hills with silver 
like glasses like and old ladies hair 
it’s well known that god and i don’t get along together 
it’s just a view of the brass works for me, i don’t care about the moors 
seen through you the great works of death, you are greater 

you are smiling, you are emptying the world so we can be alone together.