And like sleet
snow that starts
as sleepy rain 
going through movements 
before it becomes 
the white dance 
trickling then tickling
tippy taps against 
my window teasing 
you in bed 
first under covers 
chilly moving close
taking land giving
some giving little 
giving less we
become then melt 
just like that 
would be snow 

I will remember 
bits of you 
your smell which
hangs in every 
room like evergreen 
at the holidays 
your taste which 
lingers like a 
gumdrop long dissolved 
your feel like 
silk in summer 
and flannel in 
fall and your 
touch light like 
a butterfly rough
like grit paper 
pleasing like a 
blanket pulled up 
to chin warding 
off chilly naps
these I will 
promise I will 

Thinking you 
knowing me 
keeping us 
hidden away 
tucked inside 
lucky charm 
rabbits foot 
right there 
and free
from harm 
wishing you 
wishing me 
these wishes 
are we

One hand low
the other high
one hand half
the other full
one there alone 
and the other 
lost drawing close 
each its own 
composed as piece
part of whole 
song of love 
and its minuets
swelling to the 
climaxes sweet silence 

It’s on
they’re on
the kettle 
and song 
as I
stand concocting 
mornings brew
I also 
stand listening 
conjuring mornings 
delicate melody 
one which
tickles bringing
you here
one which 
tempts taking 
me there 
and then 
meet somewhere 
in between 
coffee and 
music kisses