do you have some time to **** 
to leave ****** on the floor 
while my bare feet will dance around it 
avoiding the pools
or stepping in them
to make art on the hardwood
out of happiness and the touch of my skin

do you have some time to rot 
to bury in the backyard 
where we lay in the grass 
and I play with your hair on my lap 
and the sky cradled laid upon my thighs 

do you have some time to spend 
the clink of quarters tumbling out of my laugh 
as I shake pennies from my hair 
leaving copper on your pillow, your sheets, your floor 
the sheen of a dime in the light of my eyes
your skin, soft as a worn paper bill 

do you maybe, 
have a little time