I count myself
in coffee-moons
and pretty ladies kissed
I've never kept a tally
but I know the ones I've missed
Lying awake
for withering
and living
a life
without
my cat
among the porcelain
as careful as I should have been
at the teetering knickknacks of your love
I know that I'll be changing soon-
I feel my memory
disappearing
I'll mail a slender letter
of hope to find you reveling
in dragoncloud
sunflower weather
with a man who needs your doting
while I count the coffee-moons and miss
the lips I once loved kissing