I’m a
hodge podge
mixed bag 
a stew
a ratatouille 
some this
some that
a little 
bit extra 
of everything 
too spicy
to taste 
too hot 
to hold 
best left
to simmer 
and serve 
when cold 

I can’t 
imagine you 
never could 
never will 
for you 
I didn’t 
know was
ever missing 
what is
called a 
thing never 
lost yet
still found 
a treasure 
or just 
some plain 
old serendipity 
maybe luck
or maybe 
even divinity 

It is 
just this
a space 
a moment 
that’s stretched
the length 
of eternity 
a hesitation 
a consideration 
of uncertainty 
a flood
of fears 
an inch
then less
then touch 
and everything 
that was
wasn’t anymore 
ever enough 

Being here
you left
now wondering 
do I 
and it’s 
that pause 
that says 
for before 
had you 
then I 
would too

As my fingers 
trail down the 
crease that your 
spine is I 
imagine them being 
a boat floating 
on a river 
or a leaf
on a stream 
and as they 
reach the sandbar 
of your bottom 
they moor there
and dig deep 
into its land 
feeling it quake 
and move closer 
I being one 
place you another