Monday, July 8, 2024

well wishes and penny flips
pens flick and twist into
new loops and familiar doom
eyes droop no room to squirm
to shiver and quip to dish
why fish for half burnt wicks
so peculiar this worm
this hook this line so fine
our morning stretches
our metered sips of wine
so even these stitches
this needle prodding us on
with shoulder squeezes
brief and sincere embraces
raised brows vows to remain
and refrain to stay and
make way for wishes
for eyelash whisps and
repeating ones and first stars
and old scars and eager faces
crashing with fresh tears
on hot beaches cheeks
rising with grins spinning
gnashed teeth into golden rings
reservations set aside time
and time and time can tick
and we can tap it out as often
and as feverishly with new tools
and old as graceful or as faceless
as our winding ways allow but
love — with you I glide.

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love notes
a ritual to start the week