I said magic

Did I tell you 
a story and
I stopped;
speaking a name
can be magical.

As you sit 
and do the mundane;
speaking attracts 
as they know
a mouth forming,
teeth separate 
and my lips move.

Maybe I said it
perfect every time;
it matters,
as eyes speak 
and tell me what
you think I am.

it's showy, I
compact inferences;

it's due, I
know which way
to go with you;

It's marvelous, I 
foresee many
ribbons
and it starts with one;
only thin and it tethers 
together you and me,
we must love each other.

Actions, 
and a control over myself;
picky price and 
I know who I was;
you saw I didn't grow 
but mimic something,
always quiet and set,
last reformed Mormon-

table manners,
a plaid feel, clean
But you know the 
whore inside;
It's the natural order
of things,
it's the cook-out,
CIT's have control-

I love swimming 
and being away
from the family 
and pretending 
I'm someone else
just for the summers.

It's all the way in,
the style pristine,
and I know the world
travels on, 
It's set in light
and it's glorious 
in earning her keep;
matters explained 
and mind rigid,
follow the course
of your mother's mother 
until death do I part,
fat chance like always
little baby,
rejected,
contrite and hovering
over overpasses and anime.

And
scene.

I say it. 
He can judge you,
he can see it through 
and you can glide 
and smile 
or decide to fight;
in hope of beautiful 
songs 
and precious forming
of his lips that
say
my
name.