I wish
I could see
what you see
through your eyes
Wishing to taste
what you taste
when you kiss me
How my beard feels
on your cheek How my
hair feels around your
fingers

I owned a
bumblebee marble
when young
I won marble
games with my
bumblebee
Today bumblebees
bumbled into my garden
bobbing and bumbling
and fighting with others
they resemble my
bumblebee marble
except with wings

Water
I cupped
trickles through
like icy mercury
I hold closed fingers
bringing the water to my
mouth to drink the cold it
leaps sending goosefleshe
flesh onto throat and chest.
Cold like melting snowballs
splashed onto my face leaves
chills and freshness

Sitting down
to write imagining
all the things I might
write about equalling
nothing. So I improvise
and write about writing
painful exhilarating precious
words fly past my fingers and
leap like acrobats off keys upon
my screen
writing is seeing things twice once
for real and the second for the blank
page.

After we kiss
his hand combs
my hair threads
through like a
harvester his
fingers delicately
draw tiny objects
on my ear then
he ends with a
tornado of fingers
swirling my hair
pulling it upwards
to his hand