Let's Not Bother With Titles

Borrowing leaves in the mustard grass, I've pinned you down for too long. This is not a contest, I love you larger than language. Pardon my discretion, Dinosaurs of grief leap out of my mouth. I'm sorry for the world. I'm gifting you with sordid joy, It's all I have. Take my wonky life. Shake it it with glittered luck. Like a bandit under new skies, Like a mother with never a need to cry, Like a solider, swordless and benign, In that multi-glorious moment where your eyes meet mine. What is a flower was once a knife, As I scream with inexorable life.