I write your name in red sunlight seeps through bottles on a windowsill margarine kaleidoscopes on legs
naked for a change (early summer risky business)
Floorboards yawn under the weight of our stories I take showers as well as baths now Can't be twenty-one here older shush you couldn't tell
Roll my finger make your piano tingle like when our wrists bump together when spines crackle on books bought yesterday this city bubbles all fiction
You think monochrome makes you look better camera snap done jazz sashays around the room head out a window hear people as nosebleeds scrabble about
You flirt (what a discovery) like flowers in a vase orange juice bagels ten-plus-ten toes
(A moment where your eyes ache into mine)
I hop stepped jumped into this mess
you know as well as I do what a delectable mess we are in
Written: June 2014. Explanation: A poem written in my own time (and there will be more, somewhat similar pieces to this soon.) Something very rare happened, in which I sat and wrote a page of random notes inspired by recurring dreams, and rather than leave it and later alter it into a poem, I just re-shuffled some bits, added some more, and put it on here, so while it is in one sense 'raw', to me it is also rather 'fresh.' Feedback highly welcome and appreciated on this. NOTE: This poem was inspired, but is not directly about somebody.