I love you past IV lines, pickup lines, fault lines
and the stars in your head you leave me for every night.
When I think of Neverland now, I think of lost girls I prefer
to drink the clouds in my coffee
you live in them.
you flying around some unreachable land
you chasing after Lego pirate ships
you preferring a hammock in the trees.
You are the wind coming in with the rain
and no one telling you it’s time to come home.
Do any of the Lost Boys remember Wendy
Darling, do you miss me when you fly off in space?
While you’re playing hide and
seek some reason to come back in the morning.
In case you get Lost I tied a kite tail,
Fairy to bring you back.
Don’t forget the window is left opened a shadow
boy who remembers what it was like to be a bird
to creep in the place between awake and asleep
you happy
you whole
you free.
In the straight mature glare of morning, I watch the tick
ticking start in your head.
In the shadowed sun you hide
a pirate’s journey under days’ dust.
There was somewhere I could meet you once
I was your window, happy thought.
I, more murky sea than mermaid lagoon
now am considering the tails of women
wondering if it was an accident that in
Neverland they don’t have feet to run.
