Color me cinnamon 
eyes that bathe 
between tender lids
of burnished hickory 
and the cheeks
that rise and 
fall like the 
sea’s own swell
down the length 
of tawny throat 
and into the 
forest of chest 
until we reach 
the clearing of 
belly around which 
swirls the button
pulling me deeply 
in deeper still 
into its darkness 

Once I was
bright eyed innocent 
and blindly hopeful 
masquerading as interested 
when in fact 
I was desperate 
for any semblance 
of the normal 
of which I
had become accustomed 
anyone would do 
for the who
was less important
than the what 
that was then 
this is now 
now that I 
have finally found 
my own what
I’m gladly on
to the who
that one man 
who finally can

It haunts this 
ache this ache 
yearns and growls
it tempts this 
ache tempts resolve 
having finally resolved 
that this ache 
that haunts me 
that yearns and 
that growls tempting
is just longing 
longing for the 
what once was 
ache of heartbreak 

It has come 
quietly as it’s 
known to do 
a subtle emergence 
of color on
a blank canvas 
of all white 
those little snowdrops 
whose blossoms bow
gently giving respect 
to winter as
it leaves giving 
way to spring 

The morning breaks
like an egg
cracked against pan
set to sizzle 
and then pop
quickly as coffee 
brightens and lightens 
my sleepy mind 
ideas begin flowing 
like hot water 
from faucet to 
face waking me 
to this pre
dawn word dance 
maybe a waltz
maybe a tango
likely a solo
by this wallflower