My Apologizes, My Dear

My red hot tongue flutters to my lips,

I can't catch the words that tumble forth.

Despite my hands attempts the poet's laments slip through my fingertips.

"I can't love you anymore," my voice cruel and hoarse.

Your delicate face crumbles into tears

but my eyes never reach yours

I lower my head. I silently hope my clunky tongue's thoughts don't sound like taunts

or jeers.

My wiry brain is too complicated, my dear.

My unruly body and jerky mind 

are too much to love, I deserve retaliation

But I know you too well, too close like icarus kissing the divine

chariot of Apollo. I can only bring frustration.

I'm sorry my lovely redwood tree

but you were not meant for me.