Sage green linens 
like ocean tides 
push and part
upon golden sand
moist with humidity 
that lands pooling 
in divots where
the fish of
my fingers swim
and after they
draw like curtains 
hiding the sins
of our skin 

Saw the snow 
as it came 
across the plains 
another cloud falling 
after it shattered 
dusting trees bushes 
and my clothes 
covering me in
pieces of white 
there I stood 
of little difference 
dolloped in diamonds

Move about zip
around one place 
or another sink
or bowl floor 
or rug smooth 
or plush on
I go with 
my morning bee
bird and bath
bringing nectar back 
too many mornings 
so many days 
so goes this 
thing called life 

Sip then slurp 
too too hot 
time to cool
this love or
lust or look
just a dance 
of different tastes 
types and things 
typical of love 
for aren’t they
though morsels crumbs
coffee or me

Dipping deep 
a well 
run dry
be it
water ink
or care
I scrape 
along bottom 
around sides
for that
one last
bit thinking 
this will
be enough 
but enough 
never is
of well