i love(when)you;show me a world where words are real
where words can look at you through a morning window
and we are,all,just books reading each other , where
letters drip from our brows and our tongues are
pages flapping in the winds of__our thoughts
,fragments are beau tiful,prepositions a
necessary evil .pronouns abolished.
trees are gods of paper
& their leaves
sparkle with fresh punctuation