Something
in the
youth
of your
smile,

the tangle
of your
half dreamt
dreams.

as you
awake
in the
early
morning.

not sure
what
is real
and what
is not.

what to keep

in your life

what to throw away.

such
are the
moments
I have,

when ever
I look
at you.

and my

shoe laces

remained

untied like

some

sloppy joe

from a back yard

field.,



and the
phone
rings

off key

unanswered.

in the
back
belly
of our
honey suckle

colored
house.

begging
to be
spoken to.

but this
moment
is as
simple
as this.

and I wish
I wish.

I could
have
this first

naked dance

with you.
this morning.