Sound blossoms in every room
The air conditioner, then a rain monsoon
The moving of a chair, a rustle in a drawer
Distraction touches me, hard to ignore

Reaching out, going out on a branch
Hard enough to climb the tree
Then to scale the thin chance
Showing the inside of me

Going out on a limb
At such a frightening height
Is daunting romp
On a full moon at midnight

A moment here
A day there
Can evade the best dance
We all know that our dreams
Are a matter of chance

Benounced to none
Yet said to all
Traverse the thin branch
Be scared to fall

Are you truly ready for your desire
To become a full burning bonfire
That would mean the wanting
Has been received
Then crystallized
Not just a fuzzy dream
And fuzzy dreams are easier to digest
They don’t need actualization and self-respect
Wanting is just needing and that feels the best
A passion pines a promise token
For my wanting once received
Can’t be a promise to be broken

The soft cashmere sleeve
Against your cheek
The satisfaction of well shaven clean--
Mary well touched by the air--
Cared, caressed, and savored:
Each little color of the tile counter--
Whilst Mark hung with the scent of razor--
Sleek and shiny,
Their morning time was almost up.

The business of self
Is not your business
But we make others
Our business