Distinct Camber

I find myself slowly putting together this list,
this list of songs in
      my head
One, or four that I want to sing
        to you.

I'm gonna try to, not to.

I am a spring soaked tentacle.
Dried up and on shore.
The sun, it's fatalistic giant warmth
provides rays
normally enjoyable do nothing but
provide a coat over, one that
brings warmth, but

that noise.

OK. I think it took me longer than I expected.

But

Swoon. Falter and Sway.

I sway to possibility.

Its timing dance swings

in six eight time 

And I?

I can't wait to woo.

Goodnight, my friend. (5,7,5x100)

Vamonos de isla de encanta

I want to fuck you.

And an allegory to allusion.

and I realized right then. Right then.

With Vykky Ebner's paintings (with their fourth deminsion in overlap.)

A simple twist.

I slipped off your dress.
Your dress, with it's cotton pattern
more fit for summer days,
in the nook
of your kitchen.

Was gonna stay home.

I draw down a mixture of smoke and wet air
and think about that time, not so long ago
when we danced away the night...and catching your eye as you