You and I

sweet bits of peas
tastes of soft pears
grass that stings my eyes
trees, with flowing hair.

alabaster for this bastard
skin as fair as Libra
now we're merged
sunbeams on zebra

you bring out colors
in a newspaper me
you speak spectrums
you dissect and release

i'm not the worst
you always say i'm best
i get restless at things
and then you give me rest

i'm not sure what i'm typing
i'm not sure what to do
but one thing though...
i'm sure i've got you