Sometimes we
they he
or she 
needs time 
away to 
iron out
their wrinkles
keep the 
window open 
but close 
the door 
and get 
on with 
living life 
if and 
when they 
come back 
there is 
a way

We were
then not
never ended 
just evaporated
the little 
dew drops 
we saw
disappeared from 
our flower
and now 
years later 
by surprise 
that invisible 
rain returned 
in the 
cool night 
and dotted 
us again 
making things 
all sparkly 
such is
dewy affection 

If I could 
then I would 
write you a 
poem to say
what my eyes
cannot and what
my lips will 
not and what 
my hands can 
never but here
I sit shyly
hoping that this 
smile just might 

Desire erupts 
like so
many spring 
flowers hardens
like the 
edges of
lakes spreading 
out beyond 
hands grasp 
fingers entwine
and the
few drops 
of rain 
slowly begin 
to fall 
then as
quickly as
it arrived 
desire moves 
scarring earth 
and bed
and body 

And like 
the town
lush hoping
for one 
bottle to
produce just 
one drink 
I peer
into the 
bottom of
my mind 
looking for 
that last 
little bit 
of inspiration 
to quell 
the shakes
of my
morning creativity