Be read in the morning directly after you wake

I promised myself a pretty smile would never thaw my heart,
yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles.

how tender and supple is the frame of your art.
you weave gracefully gracefully weave.

undo me sweet tenderness.
undo me.

consume sweet lavishness.
consume me.

sunset filters through the bridge and rests gracefully on you smiling