A finger found 
its way there
sight unseen sigh
and sign heard
little green lights 
signaling good go
ahead yes please 
and this finger 
and those ribs 
played a melody 
only the ears 
of lovers hear
humming right along 

A cup a
spoon some coffee 
and some cream 
standing here stirring 
staring and stopping 
I remember when 
and then like 
gum in the 
mouth of some 
anxiously bored teenager 
I’m snapped back 
to the taste 
that it left 
and wondering if 

Up up up
I go beyond 
to a place 
that I didn’t 
know was possible 
much less how
to get there 
yet here I 
am and now 
what if anything 
at all am
I supposed to 
do pull up 
a cloud I
guess and rest
maybe someone else 
will come along 

I imagine you 
there being here
or vice verse
us being simply 
a pair of 
separates casually thrown 
together always matching 
without a doubt 
or a thought 
this is the 
easy part of 
us just two 
of almost anything 
making us a
very pretty one 

Sleeping in
sleeping late 
letting dreams 
leaving day
to wait
I stir
I suppose 
at the 
wet nose 
of morning 
reminding me 
it’s late