My brain slips further further down
Sinking low
Low, low
I feel you like fingers on a spine
Soothing insistently
It’s beautiful and dark
Calm
Still..
The faintest flicker
Of together returns
To my head, however
With a casual
Touch
to your gaze
As the focus slips to the right
I find myself looking
At you
As if to re-again say
Why, hello.
unplanned, like all my poems