We lisp and I cannot resist

I cannot

Tell you that time ought to be

The shape of love on an autumn moon

When two dancers, entwined, trip over one another

And fall back to Earth

That the low-strung orbit hits me in the neck

And sells me lies like no noose ever could

We lisp and I cannot resist

Loving you like the tenderest butterfly in the garden

Because I will never get over how big a fraud I am

Because I am not actually proficient

In anything but stubbing my own toe

We lisp and I cannot resist

Hating you for who you are

Because hate, too, is valid, and to love it and understand

And to balance your mind from one level to the next

To understand that no single plex can sum the roots

Or maybe I am on about something

And we all just deserve better

Maybe I’m settling for less

As the lisp whistles by the atmosphere

And clings to our nebulae

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