She wore red…
but I dreamed of her
why do I crave you
was Oedipus trapped
is my penis at fault…
You are my every line
my conscious grammar
You are my grammar
as I am your object
to accept your subject’s intensifiers.
Set me off in any sentence position.
I go as well before or after your verb.
I predicate your clause and need no passive voice
as your active verb
is always there to curb my adverb…
You are my inner fire
my silver sharp
You are my runner girl
of fated sneaker…
Full of spirit, footloose and fancy free,
we wandered within,
filled glasses, toasted fine friends
and I found my eyes fixed on Sunmi…