July 10, 2013
And held between my knees and this gray old cotton skirt,
A porcelain cup it rests, with swivels of you in melted dirt.
And inside these swivels of you, are looping, daydreams
Sparked by deeds, not done, and never ever to be seen.
Steam engulfing reveries swimming in my pretty porcelain rivulet.
And all the while I take long
loud, visceral, sipssss
Close my eyes and let the vapor stroke my eager thirsty lips.
Sitting here, tapping my foot to the beat of my pen
Imaging you walk through the door,
over & over again & again.
Foam tracings of what was once suppressed, now expressed.
And I delightful in it’s proclivity towards daydreams tasty & undressed.
Oh so flushed and out of sync,
my fancy for you makes me re-run & over-think.
Proliferating feelings of upside down, right side up, see-through, covered,
so in & sane this love drunkard.
But until snow and wind freeze you on my way.
(Warmth being the thing you feel with everything I say.)
I’ll spill my ink on willing leaves and scribble away brain waves.
Stare into heated porcelain and see visions;
Falling leaves falling for me, jellyfish stinging you in your head and having you wake up in my storm happy bed.
Transparent cravings bottled in the angst of firmly, fixed fingers
Pressed against floating like fuzzys, sealed in my coffee rim figures.