it was quiet here yesterday
the rain came and dripped
with noises outside the back
i looked out to see the gutter
slipped and listened to the
sounds

looked at the wet glistening
on the ivy

wedged the cloth to soak
the water up then lit the fire

done some drawings
&
cookings. a pleasant
day for me

comparing large dresses

hoping that all will be
well

with morse

Are you frightened?
No?
But you're silent
So
I guess it's something else

I get motion sickness
in retrospect
of some people's thoughts

you feel like a coin on my lips
if I open my mouth to speak
you’ll fall in and I’ll choke

perhaps you love them to be kissed

but they are my lips

maybe I’ll learn to swallow the coin
and stop swallowing my words

You stare at my parted lips
Preparing for my kiss
Thinking everything is fine
But you should read between the lines

"the sad truth is that opportunity
                                 doesn't knock twice."