#lostcap

I grow, ever Overwhelmed by dust. Life's give and chase, My hoover can never quite get the specks out of the carpet, and I had already Replaced it. Do you think I can sleep, this all too short afternoon? Life alarms, oh so loud, And the reminders go off all too soon; Do you think I can camp out in the blankets Until sundown? Anxiety creeps, but please don't worry. This merry-go-round turns Like nobody knows: Is not everyone feeling at least a little Sick, and fairground dizzy? Once I adjust to my ocean legs, I cannot locate my land ones. I seem to stake my hands in the games I am only semi-good at. I like the buzz of the winning hands on its ever-rare occasions. Life lurches too often, To gain the hand in the upper one.

I have love for the many months behind us:   blurred and blended  into a canvas of oils. the blues and the greens,  even the sickly yellows.  I love it as I love you  even as I could not remember  it all; even as it writes itself anew  in recall.  even as I did not yet know  what we would learn,  and what these  memories would mean. I have love for the tears and  smiles yet to be in front of us the saplings growing  in the water spilled soil.  See? I am feeding and watering  it. My hands are dirty, and  one of my nails have split.  I am still learning the difference  between flowers and weeds.  And that maybe a weed is not  a weed except where it has been unwelcomely placed.  The sun is hot and I am sticky  with sweat.  I breathe as I sit in the work:  A project ever growing unfinished.

i miss the plush of your lips:  soft to touch,  and sweet to kiss.