I’d leave you
Hanging,
Ripe and full.
Take an old sweatshirt
Kiss your lips
slow linger
Hold back the ache
Until I’m
packed.
I’d live an ocean away
only to spray your scent
before dancing
and sleep deep
dreaming
of you.
On Sunday nights
An organ plays
Deep and low
Bathed in warm light
Moved.
Tears
fall
on could
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 