A mess of short poems

Yo. Hey. Baby, bunny, sweetie, honey, sweetcakes,

let me touch that fine fine skin of yours
it won't take a minute

it won't hurt a bit.

Reaching out, I come up short.
"Do you like tomatos?" I find myself asking
"Do you?" you reply.
"Only in some foods."
34 hours of silence.

You tell me I mask myself
that I hide and I'm cold and I'm distant.
Baby, here I am,

the Masked Avenger,

too scared to avenge herself.
Baby, you touch my mask,
and I'll scatter.

And I know, it's because I let you in.
Which is because you let me in
Which is because, you needed somebody to-

To what?
So now, my whole world is wrapped up in because's

and it's because I let him go,

Let him try,

and let you in.

Dear Ee.
Come home.
We have to paint the world, now that it's melting.
We'll start by finishing your jeans,

then we'll move onto our faces,

and then to the trees.
I can't help but miss you this time of year.
Everytime of year, it seems.
My mouth is burning and my foot

is blue.
But all I know is that the top of the totem pole

hasn't shifted one little bit.
That's all I know for certain today,

that and every flash of orange on blue makes me smile

the complimentary opposites that we are.