A Song for Hsien
To paint for you a picture,
to craft for you some scenes,
is the only way I know
to answer your question.
So imagine a mound of pillows propped against the wall,
and I'm playing with your hair
as we cozily watch videos
out of the cold New York air.
And now we're at Moondance, spining in the softlight.
You're smiling as I hold you tight
And we we move as one to the three and
four five six seven and eight.
Nine, ten, twenty blocks we've been walking
and we've been talking up a storm
and your thoughts are not exactly mine
though they're not exactly not.
Well, perhaps the last verse
Is not exactly for public ears.
So I'll conclude and say
that I do because
you make me