all day you've been
knocking at my door
c'mon in then
Baby, pour me
another morning
of fire-drenched leaves
and coffee perfume
rata-tat rain on the roof
and steamed windows
murmurs that rumble thunder
and flash lightning
kisses
like juice from a pear
and silk to the touch
thumb strumming
the length of my jaw
and yanking my tether
laughing as I flew
all day
I've been swimming in reality
but dancing with you and
holding on to the intangible
Sweet Jesus, Baby,
pour me another like that
© Barbara Ann Black, 2010-2011
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