answer the noise

i play with a flower
the robust tune
she loves me, she loves me not
archetypes and successful thoughts
reach above atop the stars
the resume
the wine
the letter
my mime
i wait until i see her face
glowing in candles and our hands in place
passion, desire, lust, and the rest
disabling me when I'm at my best
she looks into my eyes
i see her quiver
what she was before
i slowly wonder
i know me and the words i sprout
give me enough time to let the world go round
stubborn in gibberish, answer the noise
lay in a creek bed in the swollen fog
the book
oh no
not this again
you've written it before, in your mind and in your soul
our faces meet and i find words
to contemplate my feelings
she loves me, she loves me not
this flower has infinite pedals