Sky
Heat
Dry
Brown
Doze
Crossed
Closed
Startle
Memory
Thought
Question
Remember
Voice
Image
Comfort
Relax
Breeze
Closed
Sky
Heat
Dry
Brown
Doze
Crossed
Closed
Startle
Memory
Thought
Question
Remember
Voice
Image
Comfort
Relax
Breeze
Closed
Early morning sky
Blue almost white
Three vanilla cloud
Streaks hover above
Like cigar smoke
Cool air trapped
Inside frosts panes
Like aging dust
Mid-July’s humidity brings
A damp chill
While coffee mugs
Steam and warm
Sipping ever slowly
Feeling it slither
Milk and honey
Walking to me
Sitting and drinking
Smiling and winking
Dressed in shorts
Red zipped jumper
Knees to chest
Warding off dawns
Early morning dew
A to Z
Are just letters
Unionized forming words
Punctuated into thoughts
And bled here
Then folded neatly
Sealed and posted
Opened and read
Languidly in hammocks
Rushed at work
Your eyes only
Understand these things
Even though I
Don’t say them
But pen them
Always to you
In my darkness
He offers laughter
From a far
Off place alone
Like a knife
On crystal stemware
Its clear tone
Pulls me out
Of my solitude
Like a dog
Which seemingly understands
His teasing jokes
About Swedish meatballs
Brings some joy
To me lightly
You do know
Fine I am
Fine I’ll be
A bit weathered
Some what weary
Now more cautious
Looking both ways
On one-way streets
It is still
Possible to be
Mowed down by
Some one reckless
Disobeying the signs
Law and propriety
I’ll just wait
Until the rush
Is finally over
To step foot
Again into the
Chaos of love