the tribute: (stop)

stop.
stop telling me about the (life) of a girl.
of white roses melting in her palm
at sight of the sun.
slow-motion seconds where
happiness threatens dance.
one. two. thr
--ee.
stop telling me about the still charade.
melodramatic-poetess-princessa--seek-a
writing this theatre of love
fluid, dreamwoven sleep
(as a breath lifts her hair)
stop telling me about her seaside sins.
the billion stars surrounding you,
(i hope you arent confused)
i'm bleeding mine, i hope it shines tomorrow.
stop telling me about the delicate trace of whatevers
those eyes that remember not yet who i've been
she's a libra, by the way.
(please forgive her) sweet mary baby
oh pretty please sweet utopia
so pretty twirling pirouettes on tip toes
she: the equal magistrate among her cosmos.

because you can stop now.
she is me and i know her well.