I’M the Chosen One.
Ask her for her favorite color and she’ll think of ME.
MY eyes, MY hair, MY skin.

every night under the flower glow of the moon
our atoms dance and blend and I become a little more her and she a little more me

Ask her for her favorite subject and she’ll say ME.
MY thoughts, MY past, MY future.

“you were made for me” she said in the light of the daystar,
suspended orange-like in the blue above,
“like someone knew exactly what to do“

There’s only ME. I’M the Chosen One.
The special ONE under the sun, the moon, and the stars.
Ask her for her favorite book and she’ll look at ME.

i look at her and she reads the lines in my eyes like leaves dancing in the wind and in lightless naked hours hears my breath like pages and pages and pages of ocean roaring
You it’s You it’s always You