Poem

YOU MADE THIS


I like your folds
And mine
We twisted
And turned

My black heart
Like licorice
was important
moment or memento
I loved you before
This

Before time
Made us weep

You make this
Like recess
c***dren at play
Like gods

We weep
Into Umbrellas
folded into
Shards of silence
And wet

We were gods


You made this important


Like time