Inclusive

Ineffable it is, 

much of the mush of the lives

so closely overwhelming each other's

presence and bodies and notebooks

and what not

and so we build our

dreamy home overflowing in cherry juice,

you a mirror to all my uncanny moods

adorn the walls with pictures

of us 

doing all sort of random trickstery

Paper rings float and we look out of window

to find spring and winter

all through one blink of an eye

I am a charmed up little girl, 

watering the lilies

in the morning

and suddenly everything is so bright.