your feet dance
in the doorway
and cause a ripple
in my time

fickle in their step
deliberate in rhythm

you make a lovely
dervish

you form clouds
over my sea
swollen with
tenderness and
spite
i catch the laughter
they rain

one sip
and the current
carries me away

"don't drink
too deeply
the backwash
can be bitter."

in this desert
even tears
are sweet

you tilt on my horizon
i better not blink
i must look long
at the friend i love
whether you're coming
or going

in my window
i sit patiently
for your clouds to break
maybe there'll be sunshine
tonight

my secret spring shower
the dew is gone before sunrise
can i show
my friends?

one breath
and the magic evaporates
so when we meet in
the fields
i'll press my lips
to your ear
and pretend to whisper