In vain

I tried in vain

to change the waves of your brain

like a moon made of salt

could be crushed in a dream.

I didn’t want to go outside.

You didn’t want to come in.

You watered the garden,

tilled our beds apart.

You hardened into a bulb

of sunned shit in my heart.

You’re right, that was gross.

I shouldn’t be so presumptuous.

Let’s say we just faded away

dandelion spirits in windy May.

So nice. And sweet. We’ll stay.

In vain.