Sleep still
tucked in
behind eyes
thick thought
cleaved by
morning routine
just do
don’t think
days wit
will come
bringing desires
morning kiss
Category: Bean
Why
Pressing freshly laundered
towels against face
listening to ocean
in sea shells
catching snow on
my outstretched tongue
hear a robin’s
song announcing spring
feeling the vines
of your arms
wind around me
these are things
that remind me
of just why
Miss (to Bean)
It’s this
I’ve written
a letter
to you
but
I can’t
find a
stamp which
to post
so
I read
it back
to myself
hoping you’ll
hear
Nothing
It’s happiness
I see
when looking
at you
nothing else
it’s when
I see
you looking
at me
nothing less
Manners (to Bean)
He waits
for mine
before he
does his
its been
like this
ever since
the first
volley of
aren’t you
gonna why
don’t you
and then
by after
you no
I insist
and so
went our
little seesaw
of love
