lest we all become literature

[sweetwater]

the file of words
in the cabinet beside the tumbler
filled with rhyme

the moving metaphors
of marvellous beginnings
in the bequestered satire
and afternoon

a moment of joyful duvets and kraul to read

where your hands
make the light of my soul to sing
in places as quiet
in the mantra of shapes

falling faintly fast within

the wanting waves and you
the reason of my desire

hyperlatives and happy smiles
like dreams and alliteration
supper in the early evening
with caramels and chocolate
i am the intrigued
and the sensitivity
of a sensual pondering