Gunpowder

reading-tea-leaves-dp2-22-12Dear you

If I sent my heart in a box

one of two things would occur

maybe you would not read it

imagining it paper and ink

crumple it up into a crane

and let it fly away

or you may

devour every word

looking for errors and sidelines

we share the same let-down hope

inhabit each others fears a little

too much

maybe that it why you had

to put gun powder in my tea

light the fuse

and burn me up

before you read the leaves