Untitled for her pleasure

I find that often I am most blind
when fact fades to fiction
and tricks around with friction

meter me this too swift
were our companion creeks
we washed away the banks breach

i crafted jetstreams in new eras
in my mind and heart of minds
to outlast a day in full sun

plants for a future or plans for endgame
we grafted spikes into heads on pikes
flower devils grated maypops to stop

I texted and tested
each hypothesis
they weren't so easy as pie

punch drunk loves
faded fast sober as folk
drove me home as a stone

the weight's in back, toward a
skid controlled in slack
learning to fly here and back

skip the lane, the rockfish flags
a heavy tin frame
oil its hinges just the same

[This last is secret
a tale for a tea set
when tea for two
is just me and you]