she rhymes like the words she writes,
divine and unrefined
an un-syncopated rhythm always keeping time,
and her eyes,
   well,
her eyes dream like poets do and her smile,
   well,
her smile curves as the nights do and she
lingers on my mind like thoughts do...

can I spin my words
like a melody
for you
and me
to fill the space
between,
and,
in between
all the here’s and nows
highs and lows
  a slow burn
of twists and turns
for our minds
to follow
our bodies
to wallow
  can I spin my words
  like a melody
for the moon to sing
just for us?

haphazard thoughts
became the lines
and the words
amid the blurs
of a time
that never wanted to wait,
but this time,
never ceasing to stop,
begins,,,
just to begin again,
so I light the cigarette
and deep with breath,
   make coffee for the storm
and…..
       you,
before realities collide
into
haphazard thoughts
amid the blurs…