and a cup of earl grey, or peppermint, i could go either way on
this drippy monday, blowing
my mist off the surface between our
selves.
a casual thing, but more seems to hang in the raindrops between
the eaves of our thoughts, a wood
conceals
everything you would expect, a clandestine newness, but
not to be here.
come back
you are missed and you are
thoughts in voidness fill the value and
so, so
yes
when if you know a static eyes curiously blue and
when will they begin to move before me
a star turns
she shines brighter than constellation in full force
upon mine, and just
a covering of hand, the steam rises again, and
we meet
