i'd say it's new now, but it's not
maybe the way everything's unfolded
you, a crisp newspaper
having tumbled open
and i the inquisitive fingers
slipping under each layer
to turn you over
sliding along under each precious
consonant
vowel
you are my
smile
you are the delicate spread of lips
you are the depreciation of skin
in small round impressions
the glistening of big brown eyes
you are the cadence
the flowery rythm cascading forth
full-bodied chuckle
you are mental jubiliation
you are heartache
you are destruction
you are beauty
you, the perpetual newspaper
your bold faced openess
i'd say goodbye
"goodbye"
what i mean to say is
"hello"