I did
I thought 
but I 
don’t anymore 
I wish 
I did
sometimes maybe 
I do 
but generally 
I don’t 
not like 
I ever 
did before 
and this 
then that
and now 
this again 
it’s always 
this again 
until it’s 
not ever 
going to 
be that
this again 

It’s always been 
that first sip
of anything really 
of hot coffee 
or cold water 
of frothy beer 
and a malted 
there’s a surprise 
waiting to tickle 
a giggle coming 
maybe an ahh
whatever it is 
it always reminds 
me of when 
I first sipped 
your sweet lips 

It’s a wet
morning in Denver 
and the street
lights bleed making 
trickling white riverlets 
only ever disturbed 
when a car 
quickly splashes through 
spraying sideways disappearing 
and then you 
slowly roll over 
and too look
beginning to paint 
your own picture 
of what you 
see beyond me 

I wonder 
now if
it wasn’t 
for this 
would it
be could
it be 
ever even 
been ever 
and now 
in this 
candlelit silence 
I wonder 
if somewhere 
out there 
you are 
sitting in 
your own 
kind of 
quiet silence 
and wondering 

this 


too 

I have been 
blessed with the 
knowledge of both 
my purpose and 
my path my 
purpose is to 
write love laugh
and my path 
is to never 
deny someone a
seat at my 
table but to 
remain there one 
must know theirs
or be willing 
to learn it
for my table 
forever remains bountiful