You Look At Me (II)
b'May, I am\\n\\u2014When I am not August or September.\\nWhen I\\u2019m not raining or on Fire\\u2014Always on fire, always gone.\\nMay, I was. When I wasn\\u2019t burning on mars or simply\\nswimming in yr eyes or Gleaming beside your voice.\\nYou were looking at me the way I look at things that I\\u2019d want to trace, or archive, or speak down, and print.\\nYou looked at me the way you\\u2019d look at me if you loved in(to) me.\\nYou looked at me the way I\\u2019ll look at my daughter when she asks me why I am crying.\\nYou look at me as if you want me closest to you when we\\u2019re breathing. You look at me. That\\u2019s what I love about you.\\nYou look at me.\\nThat\\u2019s what I love about you.\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'