i stood on a porch with a red floor and turquoise ceiling
looking into walnut eyes bewitched
and chose you
from two
(you who were for her & the one remaining)
(not me)
(i don't need anyone)
my eyes were bewitched
my tongue enchanted somehow
never expecting
i chose you
you who would take my heart out day by day
piece by piece
& wear it as your own
you stood in rain as penance for anything less than perfection
yet you were perfection
never expecting you would take my heart out into the rain
where it would become golden open to
magic
i stood on a porch with a red floor and a turquoise ceiling
and you choose me
