A wisp a
whisper and a
whisker three things 
that tickle thee
three very silly 
little things that 
touch tweet and 
tease making my
heart dance with 
glee every time 
that one ever
happens upon me 

The fragrance you 
lingers and hangs
like fresh laundry 
on lines outside 
and what little 
is left drips
watering this now
very dry bed 
with moist memories 
bringing forth the 
blooms of desire 

Out east 
the sky
cleaves two 
one half
is clothed
in last
night’s pajamas 
whilst the 
other naked
baring its 
fresh flesh
slowly inch
by inch 
as though 
day outgrew
its night 

I have felt 
for the longest 
time invisible in
this town overlooked
and unseen as 
though I were
a ghost assigned 
to haunt naught 

What I’ve wanted 
to do but
have never done 
is lay here 
with someone else 
while sipping coffee 
and watch as
the dawn unfolds 
like an origami 
puzzle hiding inside
a daily reflection 
and dream about 
what might come 
before we both 
set about business 
but alas it
is but I 
and this and
you who reads
this very wish