Let it began. Vietnam 8/20/13

Let it began final

I Let it
began.
The wish I would-
to be time on time.
Days.
I true trade a day for a day.

Months whip-lapped out of hiding
from dusk's dusty white sheets.

Years are the tear-less eyes of astronauts.
Seasons play their game on your chevron cheeks .
The bridge of your nose.
Your lips so full I could build a boat on them.

My throat chokes the years.
Such a fist-fight in my mouth.
The I am not a boat builder years.
The land-locked years.

Trust you are known
my decades.
To not be what my decades.