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 

It’s crazy cloudy 
here as though 
this mountain city
has bad cataracts
and just the 
lighted tippy tops 
of buildings loom
like port lights 
of some far
off shore ship
and the mountains 
are out there 
somewhere I trust 
just like you 
come closer I 
think and turn 
this flat bed
into your peaks
and valleys so 
I may explore 
wander discovering you 

I write half 
naked in bed 
while sipping coffee 
glam isn’t it
but my mind 
wanders off finding 
the junk drawer 
and exclaiming here 
it is precisely 
the thing that 
no one was
ever looking for 
yet everyone kept 
for such a 
day as this