and I don't

listen

to yo

and to your words

no more

(I know that's improper and maybe

disappointing)

to your types

I just love

the sound

of them

(and the melody

and the the rhythm)

they flow by

and around

and I

keep nodding

my head

(all the way

around)

to the river

high and low

I said

(I am in love

in my head)

on the waves

and their lullabies.

It's raing

raining on me

the rocking boat

putting me asleep

happily

listening to your words

making out

figuring out

the sense the sounds the rhytm

of them

dissapearing

happily

me -

- falling in love?

I might believe

in your words - although

I might not listen...and

...I might not

and I don't.