Call me many things, call me friend, lover,
call me dreamer and chaser of some light,
some where; call me many things
but call me not predictable, call me not
boring. I cannot keep up
with the pace of my thoughts, the beat
of the heart drumming in my chest,
and if you stay near me for longer
than a breath or two, I wonder if you
can keep up too.
I wonder what else you call me,
what words fall from lips
to describe the mess and
menagerie that is
me.