For Hannah

I think I owe you a poem in some sort
Of flow'ry shakespearean language where
I proclaim I would bring you the moon for
Nothing but to breathe your same sweet air.

And though if you asked I, in an instant
Would take up this craft, to tell you I'd dive
Into the ocean for your iridescent
Eyes. You deserve more than these delicate lies.

For you, I want to break a poem open
And feed you the juice inside, I want to
Plant some poems and sees what grows from them
And I hope it's dandelions for you.

And then I'd plant fields of weeds to assert
Our springtime love, and in this way I'd say
With something more eloquent then this verse:
I'd bring you flowers every single day.