You type your poems, breathing I'm up here reading, seething I hope this is right & okay I hope you don't leave me today Your face a rectangled smile My tangled hair stays down all night I woke up, watched you sleep for awhile But some mis-use is alright Directions send wind along paths I'd like us to take a long bath But winds blow you this way and that And they're better than I am So let me take you where the convolvuli lie Take me where the birds above paris fly Oh your face a rectangled smile But you're nuts to be having a blue period picasso